True Love of Coffee

When I look at the sky, gray clouds become white,
the rain, warm tears from an angel.

I do not think of now and here, but everywhere,
the places I have been, and dream of believing.

When I hold myself, I am warm,
steadfast in knowing how life connects itself,
touching the people I care for,
and reaching those who dare defy.

When my eyes close, the world becomes open.

The place I see changes me,
Gifting me with a sign of illicit illusion,
that is tangible, rich, and decadent.

When I look,
My dreams hold me,
my eyes closed,
my life is open.

When will you see?

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