Coffee Poem

It’s the aroma that lofts in to wake me from my sleep,

I get up with a gliding shuffle into the walk of my own heartbeat,

Eyes half open being guided by the tantalizing smell,

Of which my mind and senses know so very well,

The aroma navigates meticulously through my lungs,

Its the sweetest sound to my senses that has never been sung,

When the cup touches my lips and the fluid starts to flow,

The warmth fills and radiates in my body all the way to my soul,

Goosebumps of heat take over with every sip I take,

Soaking in the sights and sounds now that I am aware and awake,

My cup is now dry and the aroma almost certainly gone,

My soul has not forgotten the aroma and it’s heavenly song.