Pristine froth at my lips
Scorching through my fingertips
I grab the scene with both hands
Of happy lovers in distant lands.
The brown depths have brought to life
Days when dull grey clouds were rife
When every moment had turned sour
It ushered in the happiest hours.
The winter mornings of deep thought
When its steam penetrated the frost
Or mellow evenings of unspoken words
Seen over the rims, but never heard
The warm debates it chaperoned
The enduring bonds that it honed
The strangers it turned into friends
The friends it brought together again
Even now when the insanity strikes
And life is a streaming blur of fights
My brain kicks in, my mind soars up
As my hands close around my coffee cup.
