wizards tea

blurry the way trees grow and age

once a solid mountain of rock until fertile and black

seeded until sprout

reaching towards the moon

then the budded twigs bundled, boiled, savored, bitten by...

passion.

she knows what this is about

she always knew

sly lithe little bird flittering among the branches and singing the songs since birth

slowly toying with pretend of coy and the humor ample

he was proud, oh so proud as he practiced with the very essence of Life itself

it assails him, the Winds, the voice, the reason of chaos, the choice of logic,

watching

stirring the very wellspring until with boiling emotions released, grasps the handle

steeped to perfection not even time could stop

it

was

only the intervention of laughter and naked raw expression

this tea became so sweet and filled with love

until the cup was empty, the kettle silent of steam

where he became lost with her in a dream.