I've drank all my tea,
not quite finished my ****,
As I bathe in the sun all day long.
I keep my mind off of time,
and dream times on my side,
hoping to hear a sweet song.
Somday it will come, and the song
will be sung.
All my wine drunken up like the tea.

Everyday is like magic here,
lost in wonderland...
Fields of gold..
castles made of sand

An infinite sky exits within my teacup.
Rose, mint world..
in a porcelin bowl.
Blue backdrops the newly budding tree,
its green sprouts compliment the sun with
their shine.
I do not wish to drink this world away.

My tongue is dry.
My lips wrinkled from the thirst.
I kiss the bowl one time.
And swallow this world.