Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Feuilles de thé
I stared at you, mesmerized.
Time seemed to have halted in its tracks for you.
Or should I say because of you?
You twirled and swirled,
Leisurely, gracefully, as if without a care in the world.
Some say Fortune could be told by observing you.
Or rather, the pattern of your dance.
Tell me, what's mine?
The memories of you, you and YOU, swam around in my head.
Unsure, faltering, confused,
I attempted to block them out, hold them close, push them away.
But like the tea leaves in my china,
Their movements erratic, unceremonious.
Until at last, their journey at an end,
Sunk to the bottom of the cup.
There they lay,
Until the next movement stirred them.
I drained my thé.
And stashed the thoughts.
Time seemed to have halted in its tracks for you.
Or should I say because of you?
You twirled and swirled,
Leisurely, gracefully, as if without a care in the world.
Some say Fortune could be told by observing you.
Or rather, the pattern of your dance.
Tell me, what's mine?
The memories of you, you and YOU, swam around in my head.
Unsure, faltering, confused,
I attempted to block them out, hold them close, push them away.
But like the tea leaves in my china,
Their movements erratic, unceremonious.
Until at last, their journey at an end,
Sunk to the bottom of the cup.
There they lay,
Until the next movement stirred them.
I drained my thé.
And stashed the thoughts.
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