True Love of Coffee

I wondered when the gray sky would clear,
for in the day,
it was the sun, for whatever reason I adored,
and at night,
the brilliant sparkle of so many dreams above.

I wondered, as I looked to the heavens,
was this a childish fantasy,
to believe in something I couldn’t see,
a dream being lived,
or memory long forgotten.

I wondered, if my life had been defined by fate,
as I meander through my friendships,
offering a hand to those I for whom I care,
and daring to believe it makes a difference,
in a life no one realizes is there.

I wondered, as my dream becomes so obscure
hidden behind the clouds,
of everyone’s lost perceptions,
do I bare the burden of my believing,
as my life is left unseen.