Herbal tea burns my lip
Fancy words on my tongue tip,
But to silence my jaws grip,
Hoping to not let anything slip.
To the moon, I say hello,
An old friend, a constant fellow,
Keeps me calmer than tea and a pillow,
Gives me advice all gentle and mellow.
Colorful flags that fly,
Planets and stars circling the sky,
A soul wishing she could die,
So she can become part of the reality that's a lie.
Jo Pen [10th July 2019]
