I see the leaves in my teacup
blow the gusts of providence in my face
Little birds that sing a vindication-tune,
telling me no matter the rune!
I turn off the lights, and then turn them on
way past midnight, where have the hours gone?
My flesh doesn’t shrivel up with fear
I feel like the flowers, near and dear
have sprouted in my imaginary garden
And even if I am not prescient, I know the sign
And even if I am not presumptuous, can I whisper hope
Like a golden bow that sets me to the stars
I am just a precocious child at these hours
If starlight can give me so much gladness
What do you think the day could bring?
The greatest cornucopia in the grail is universal blessing!!!
