A poem

(I wrote this while headaching. I lost the point of the poem mid way..but managed to salvage it)

No real title yet...so I'm calling it

Poem. 923

i thrive to see
sunlight in
raspberry tea

the world
a green carpet
to waltz across

now gray skies
flutter over
my horizon

and i know
that even if
there was sunlight

in raspberry tea
and the world
was waltz-able

i would still
have to dance
alone

thirsting