tea leaves
read another
steeped line
of words
woven like
that tapestry
upon this
stained parchment
before the stars
fell from
sky below
then prevailed
to another
latitude
&
longitude
all roads lead to roam
carry me to
islands countries
galaxies beyond
where I shall
never migrate
in this existence
while I pour
another cup
of tea
Words and image TERRENCE SYKES