True Love of Coffee

I awoke
In a dream
a place so beautiful
with blue ocean and crimson sky

Everything was perfect
white clouds
brilliant sun
but I was lost

My life was good
but alone
The act of breathing
reminded me I was adrift

My voice could scream
So loudly, so clear
That I dared myself to sing
A sonet carried away by a southern breeze

Simple words
Lacking inspiration
void of anythign but feeling
‘No Hope’

I wouldn’t survive
not for lack of trying
Yet I would perhaps still defy
one last reason to die

My savoire
Oh yes, the valiant spirit who saved my soul
had hope castaway by another
bottled for an eternity as if floating in the sea

Deep water
Blue ocean, tidal passion so unforgiving
I tie myself to a heart still floating
My only hope to save one breath, one last moment of dream

To scream, no sing
To declare that I can yet believe
That vision clouded by morning fog
Could breathe resurrection into my words

Yet I watch, as the sun falls beneath my love
As I hold onto the sunset’s vision settling under the horizon
I simply grow cold, as I gaze east calmly waiting
Wondering if my faith will keep me above the darkness below

This voyage, this fate
a maiden’s life lost with me
Signaled the north tide abruptly changing west
as my heart settled at the bottom to rest

May I yet ponder, my cruel fate may not be unjust
As my eyes see the brilliant grace of night
and I fall unwanted into my sleep, hoping, wanting, needing…
to simply see the wonderous sun and morning glory so bright

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