Note: I wrote this, yes, while drinking herbal tea. Just a weird little expression of how much I love Raven, while I do something she has done often before. It's a strange thing, the relationship between a character and a fan. You look up to them, yet you see on their level, and you wish so much that they were real...
Herbal Tea
One sip of this hot murky liquid
from the Hershey's coffee mug,
and I am one with you.
A dollop of cool milk, a miniscule scoop of sugar,
a spice in both of us,
and I bridge the dimension
that separates our similarly hidden hearts.
While I sit at my little country table
feeling the mug like fire beneath my cupped palms,
I know that you have imitated this same gesture
in your alternate layer of the universe.
Call me crazy, but
you, who take up the tea and carry it softly away,
have caused me to do exactly that--
smiling just at the unusual knowledge that
we have made an inevitable connection
through a simple understanding.
Oh, you're not real, of course
but reality is malleable
in this wide endless utterly possible gap we call the universe.
And here's a piece of reality,
soothing, metallic, liquid-sweet:
I see myself in you,
much like I see the reflection
gazing back at me in the warm mahogany
pool of dreams.