Once more the world has turned
And to the silver shine of daylight I rise
To sit in the solitude of silence.
The dark brown brew with its aroma
That brims the top of the smooth ceramic cup
Warms my hands as I leisurely sip its magic
That seeps surreptitious to my mind to clear
The dimming dust of the long night’s dreams
Working to make clear my thoughts that turn
Towards the hours that stretch before me
Until my mind surveys the view of new
Yet still unknown adventures ahead
Along a path that is scattered with tasks
That might hasten the hours to tick the time
That will lead me along to attend life’s journey.
Until unwilled, the world will once more turn
To meet yet again another star filled nightfall.
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