Sirens wake me
when most we
want to sleep
before
another day
demands our stay.
A day to
restore
and best keep
hopes we steep
like tea –
full,
brimming warm,
cupped in form,
still.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Sirens wake me
when most we
want to sleep
before
another day
demands our stay.
A day to
restore
and best keep
hopes we steep
like tea –
full,
brimming warm,
cupped in form,
still.
I love how you’ve compared the hopes we keep to steeping tea – it’s such a perfect analogy.
‘best keep
hopes we steep
like tea –
full,
brimming warm,
cupped in form,
still.’
Thank you, Wendy. Very appreciated.