tea stained pages
tea-stained pages
running through lavender fields
grey clouds rolling
enveloping me
like a steel shield
cherry-stained lips
hiding the anxiety
what is life supposed to be?
what is my life to be?
with my tea-stained pages & poetry
loneliness & generosity
to take to the edge of one kind of reality
sunlight glimmering breaking
through the innate insanity
of insightfully flamed ideas
before the veil closes
to keep me
on the right side of existence
so what kind of reality
could be constructed in the environment
of my existence existentially?
so what kind of existence
could be carved out of
the alchemical blend
emanating from the words written
on tea-stained pages?
tea-stained pages
running through lavender fields
the storms a-coming
to carry me reliably
away or to stay?
deciding to be transported to
a new reality