Book of Tea

There rose a grace upon the sea
With horns and dragon-tail that spun
Dark rainbows in her cauldron
When heaven struck its head
On the vaulted twilight
Split the blue dome to stars
And the moon was flung across the night
There rose a grace upon the sea
With horns and dragon-tail that spun
Dark rainbows in her cauldron
And she told me when she built the sky
She left two crevices undone
For the rolling of lovers
For the rolling of hope
For the rolling of tea.







