Coffee

Coffee
As I lie on my bed day dreaming, dreaming of wishes to come true. I stare at the ceiling: the blue sky, hoping it’ll tell me what to do. I found her smile in the kitchen. Didn’t realize she’d be home today. Still I moved on and lay down to dream on. In her presence just a room away. The morn’ starts with coffee to help me. To help me to get me through the day. I started this habit in bad times. Stood naked then, too easy to get hurt. She adopted this habit and joined. Each and every morning dew she is there just to help me rise and shine. And coffee is not her cup of tea. She also uses to surprise me on moments such as these today. A reason to open my eyes gladly and receive that someone sees me. So I lie on my bed now day dreaming. Coffee is ready my dear. Her love is in the coffee she serves.