Oh, Coffee!
Thou art liquid gold flowing through my veins:
The only thing keeping me awake
          on these many college nights.
Muse of many test and papers,
Your song rings sweetly in mine ears.

Soul transcends heavenly sky, seeking perfect match, reuniting in life or death.

Philosopher's stone of a different kind,
grant me now this wish of mine:

The ability to speak with anyone--
from future, present, or the past--
regardless of their native tongue,
answer any question asked.

Talent will not to me be constricted,
to my descendants shall it be passed.
Wisdom shall become depicted,
as our knowledge is amassed.

Scholars, engineers, artists, and writers--
endless possibilities for who we become.
Fabric of time, personal cyphers:
this knowledge begets new freedom.

a fierce guardian will stand
with flaming sword
guarding Eden's gate.

black birds sit on stone
mother singing with her young--
cast iron silhouettes

Toddler climbs on Santa's lap
to whisper in his ear
wishes and gifts sought after
for this Christmas year.

Sitting by her window
a young woman is
painting a flowered vase,
which sat upon the
table by the salon wall.

Brothers running outside,
playing baseball--
CRASH

Hand rushing to heart
as the ball flies by,
knocking over paints
onto the canvas.