Matcha Comfort

I see it and it makes me happy.

My mind enters luscious scenery.

I don’t even feel alone...

Because the senses have a mind of their own;

Sweet ambitions, sour hours,

bitter struggles, spicy parties

and dry tears.

The first anniversary photos

Brings the couples to tears

Happy or sad, perhaps it’s both

They are the Ultimate fairytale

Friends across the shore

and under my thumb

worship a mutual God;

A cat called Raymond

with memoirs from Asia

and Sunsets of Europe.

We long for the day

we sail to a frog’s lullaby,

and go beyond the sands

And hunt for shells underwater.

And our cold hearts will thaw with matcha comfort.