A Cup of Coffee

A coffee cup quietly sits on the desk.
Steam sailing to the ceiling like
an inviting smoke signal indicating
the terrific treasure protected
by the portly porcelain cup
so carefully crafted.
The hearty hot liquid hangs
around in no hurry to go anywhere.
The early morning air marred by the
smooth scents of the
carefully roasted Coffee.
My less than random thoughts
wander wildly with the rising steam.
I ponder the possibilities of
the dreary day that lays ahead.
I wonder of the goals I have set
and the dreams that I desire.
I think of all the events that
may occur and options I may choose.
My eyes drearily drift down to the
brown liquid still lingering below.
Dreaming my dreams and
desiring my desires
will achieve nothing.
My actions will affirm if my dreams
will drift into reality.
My choices will deliver my desires
into my yearning arms.
So I sip the smooth brown liquid
that will jump start my journey
towards my dream and reveries.