A Teacup Full of Stories

Rain;

The day, now passed,

Turns to dreaming;

 

Tired feet, rest before a gentle

Heat, a voice calls

From the heart of somewhere familiar.

 

Tell me now;

 

What do you see?

Before you, behind

The softly rising steam,

Beyond it all;

Where does your silver dawn

Break?

 

Here, there,

Beyond the horizon;

Journeys end;

 

Rest –

 

Listen, now, to the rain,

For you are dry now

And not alone.