I put a trace on a face locked in memory.

I saw a face on my memory
while drinking a cup of tea
so walking in your footsteps
you led me out to sea....

Looking at those tea leaves
to read the likes of thee
I was swimming in my future
the brown sludge engulfed me.

A storm in a tea cup
jiggled in front of me
dangling on the gauze
you pressed against me.

On the wings of a daydream
you took hold of thee
I held onto your tale
a sweet memory.