True Love of Coffee

One would remember this time of year, not as a time of brilliant imagery

but of lucid memory falling fragrantly into moments of sight

As my eyes would look upon the sun high above, as it touched heaven

and as my eyes looked upon a field of nature’s bloom

I would not be able to detail my vision, my heart’s search

or the way the faint wind beckoned my spirit to wander

Yet I would stop, for a moment as I settled my lucid fantasy

and kneel down to caress the body of a rose so perfect.

I would feel it’s thorns, the silk sensuality of it’s every petal,

my spirit would transcend mere footsteps

and find itself looking into a dreaming lilac.

The blades of inspiration reaching towards the dreaming sky unseen

and after falling back to the earth holding the seeds of a lifetime,

discover that the sunflowers caused karmic resurrection of my childhood.

I should wonder, if a moment of time lost in a place of fantasy,

in a figment filled with a hope only I could know,

be ever transcribed, or gifted to another.

Yet as I left my place of casual destiny, flowers in hand,

would one person know that nothing in my dreams,

compared to the realization of the beauty they possessed?

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