Cup

Cup - the Shroud

I fill my cup with the light of the moon

Shining silvery changing old to new

I fill my cup with the sound of the sea

Singing whispering breathing as i breathe

I fill my cup with the scent of the trees

Dewdrop fallen leaves dancing in the breeze

In my dreams these ancient things are made new again

I drink them in bring them forth now as they were then

Made new again