Elixir

I would be

hard pressed 

to choose 

between the glory

of the leaves

where the sun strikes

in the cathedral of trees

and the black cup

in the city of ash

where we sit together 

while wars and injustice 

rage about us

as long as we can

sit together 

there is star fire 

enough to light my way 

through the dark streets

even in the winter

of the world