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.