Memory Tea
I spent some time with you today
although you're many miles away;
I brewed a pot of memory tea
and drank it all, down to the leaves.
I did not find the future there;
the past rose up, a fog of tears,
a misty bank of treasured dreams,
elusive joys on widespread wings.
You are so much a part of me!
I have brewed too strong this memory tea,
intoxicating as fine wine,
long aged within this heart of mine.
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
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