A warm cup of self-fulfillment
Sipped without reservation
Tiny happy decisive droplets of unfiltered choice
Coffee so late is so good
It beckons inspiration,
The old psychic creature that wanders eagerly into empty bottles and evades the capture of contentment and discipline
One must exercise patience to glimpse it when the environment is brightly colored;
Joy is a camouflage to the unbroken
True,
I am unrelenting
The passing clouds give way to brilliant night,
The city beneath is a flattering mirror held to the possibility offered by the stars
And this vessel slides simply between
Though there will be a descent,
It will not be a free fall
If before there was fear of the vast expanse above and beneath,
Then I don't remember why.
Wrote this while struggling with the ups and downs of depression a few years ago, this was during an up. Plane rides always give me clear perspective about my self.
The coffee in the first bit is a metaphor for my divorce and the freedom it offered, and the plane in the last two is a metaphor for my mental state.