I stir my hope in a coffee brew,
its still morning,
the skys are blue.
the wind blows out like whispered charm.
and sunlight spills into my thoughts.

ideas come and go,
i wonder about the days before.
each drop of coffee,
i drink.
it brings me back to the world i think.

The morning hums a quiet song,
i see the clouds so bright and strong.
A sudden dream a sudden aim.
i wish to return to the days before