Coffee With Morning

Redolent vapours,
bending to the tune of the breeze..
at the backdrop of a darkness shedding sky,
sprouting and mingling with air..

Dissecting my view of the window,
or rather transcending..
the vapours from the coffee mug,
in their upward morning journey again,
and mine, backward..

As i look on at the clearing sky,
miles away from home,
(it would just be darkening there)
with the aroma of the liquid ecstacy,
kindling reminiscences within..

whether its the coffee of morning
or morning of home,
the fragrance lifts the soul,
from atop this soulless skyscraper,
to an earth clutching, life filled
earthy and out of the world house,
called home....

As the addictive odour steals within..

Scoffing at the desktops,
jeering at the nibbles on the plate,
mocking at the never noticed clock,
sneering at the shindigs of the weekends,

A peace descends....