The Fragile Cup

The waif, luminous, offers a fragile cup,

“Would you care to cry?”

My tears fill the cup.

She returns it, “Tea?”

Sipping, I find cleansing.

Weeping endures,

but joy sings harmony

and I hear songs in the night,

Secure and peaceful,

my beloved asleep beside me,

and My Beloved, who never slumbers,

keeps watch.

Venetian windows filter moonlight

bathing my home in cool peace

A wafer bids rest’s embrace

and I yield.

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