A Sip of Bloom

07/03/2016

A glimpse of light
and the waveprint of the dawn:
the end of an endless night,
hope as the world goes bright
and vanish the stars that were shown.

Sleep I could, I should or I might,
but since I've been granted the gift of sight,
leaving the sorrowest dark of the room,
I turn my reddish eyes to a bloom
and surrender, defeated in this fight.

How good, worthy, peace of mind!
I've seen, I've shone and I'll shine,
although the world may not recognize.
And as to my heart and its size,
it is not more theirs than it is mine.

And as the time passes, comes the noon;
I recall it will be dark soon
and we'll be able to see the moon.
A simple sip of tea
and a hearty health to thee.