earl grey tea, it's just you and me
my daydream eyes still lined with sleep
i pray thee take my soul to keep
and drown it with intent to steep
lay it softly in the deep
until each part of me is clean
then shoot me up to the surface gleam
bright eyes and euphoric screams
emerge from a caffeinated stream
much like waking from a dream
of churning clouds composed of cream
now i'm bursting at the seams
and trying hardly not to weep
in awe of the sun's sugar beams
the ones i used to refuse to see