My Cup Of Tea

(by jann castor, February 28, 2011)

When the world quiets down
we sip our tea

let us watch the sunset
let it be, let it be

There is a melody
born in the air

it summons all those
who can feel and hear

And then there is awe
and the angel’s dust

when we hear music
and listen we must

Later, the moonlight
will caress the sea

all in perfect harmony
while we sip our tea.