True Love of Coffee

I’m sure, that you may agree,
That our dreams may hold the answers.
The memories of our life, the notes of all our desire.
Every phrase of care, of loving words that we have spoken.
The moments in the fire that defined our lifelong yearning,
and of cherished times laying at our feet that feel so broken.

These dreams are the stepping stones to wonderland.
Each and every one, perfectly laid into a path,
so that we may journey down them one at a time.
Built of hope and of fear, of love and misery,
they hold us only long enough to experience them once.
As they crumble to dust and we faulter forward.

Before our world, the life we define seems so solid,
yet dissolves under the wieght of our hopeful living,
becoming pebbles of memory that fall upon the water,
and land peacefully in our dreams as echoes of our past.
Every family joke, every friend that said good-bye,
The moments we asked why, and every heart we broke.

Yet in our journey, as in all,
we pause, finding our journey at an end,
and the foundation of our dreams no longer holds our wieght.
We fall into the deep lake of our consciousness
and for a fraction of our life become aware
of the dreams beneath our feet that are always there.