Teabags filled with starlight
Steeping in soberness at the very prospect of reality
Drinking in divine essence that culminates to iridescence
Each hue thrown across the surface of the liquid at a light's assault
The aroma of the cosmos filling the senses
Burning out as quickly as any shooting star
Erupting in a massive supernova that one would miss at a closed eye
And darkness paints the past like a starless night
But an inkling of hope is made prominent by the sunrise.