cold tea

Cold tea with faraway dreams

Unreachable by all means

Bitter taste yet a little sweet to tease

But little to my soul it pleased

Gloomy skies hung low above my head

Bring memories of dreams long dead

Can I see beyond the grey for that spark

With whom I danced, my heart stopped

With whom I threw myself into her arms

And experienced contentment, I was charmed

We danced . . . and danced . . . and danced

But I awoke with bitterness to my lips

A pinch of sourness in that kiss . . . flavored with sympathy

Such taste demanded of me reality

I sip my cold tea rather unwillingly.