Poem of the Day

I woke up this morning with the expression "reading tea leaves" on the tip of my tongue.  I've spent the last half hour or so writing a poem around it (creating a poem is something I can lose my myself in with ease):

I've never read tea leaves
or pinched the moon
I've never learned the sitar
or whistled my signature tune

But I have understood your heart
and shared my eye with you
I've walked inside your essence
and earned my point of view