Life, Measured in Cups

POETRY NEWS #4403
Date: 08/26/2013 at 20:27
From: Mydune, Xuesheng of the Hold
To : Everyone
Subj: Life, Measured in Cups

A mad rush and frenzy each sunrise,
The day coming on by surprise.
When there's no time to lose,
You just have to choose
The mug and all it implies.

I give her my coins with a smile.
Melodia, her sweet charm beguiles.
She winks cause she knows,
Whipped cream on my nose,
I'll only be gone a short while.

Later my limbs begin shaking.
Oh there is no mistaking.
The call of the cup
Is setting me up
For a life of eternal waking.

It's true that work never ends.
Too many essays to pen,
Novices with questions,
And long hunting sessions,
And more meetings than I can attend.

My lover calls me to rest.
My heart beating out of my chest.
We lay down to sleep,
But I cannot keep
These racing thoughts suppressed!

The night fades into day.
I twiddle my thumbs in dismay.
Tossing and turning,
Sighing and yearning,
For sleep to take me away.

Near dawn, I accept my fate.
There's nothing to do now but wait...
A kiss on my lips.
Huh? What did I miss?
"Get up, love, you're already late."

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Mayan, in the year 633 AF.