The Stirring

A storm in a teacup, whirling silvery clouds; Caffeine is cuddling you; It’s so hard to deny that sky devoid of blue; A storm in a teacup, howling turbid beauty; Gloomiest glitter drops lick at a murky spoon; The stirring never stops; A storm in a teacup sweetened a little bit; Lit up smile’s peeking out; Something of a striptease, steered by the slightest pout; A storm in a teacup, everyday is my time; Focusing blinking eyes that tall hill now lies flat; This fight is paradise.