Your words make me wonder
who cares for you, takes care of you, makes you tea in the evening
when the sky grows dark, cold, and heavy with events of the day
that yearn to be lain aside as the grass prepares to slumber

who boils the water that promises to give so much despite its purity
who sifts through the petals that carry longing, love and destiny in their every fiber
who tends to the vapor filled pot that holds the secrets of the universe
and nature's vibrancy to be transferred to your spirit from the sacrifice of the earth
who stirs your soul in winter and warms your heart and hearth
who transforms your weariness to comfort and your wishes into dreams fulfilled
who follows your every thought with interest and that special insight that only loved ones possess
who subtly pours moments of innocence and kindness into your loving cup
who blows soft ripples across the fluids of your life
restoring your joy

01/06/2006

Author's Note: From the Casablanca Collection.

Posted on 01/06/2006
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