With bleary eyes I seek them out
There in the can upon my shelf
I dip the scoop and pour in four
I can't imagine adding more
The water roils and rumbles
And from the kettle's spout it tumbles
Into my press of french design
To make a potion most divine
Four minutes seems to last forever
As morning light, my walls, does feather
Into my cup goes sugar and cream
Awaiting the potion of bitter beans
At last I add the dark rich brew
And breathe in the familiar scent anew
"Good morning!" the first sip says to my brain
And now I'm ready to face the world again
-gws
I will tie starlight into my curls
And paint my face in the deepest hues of garnet, ruby, and sapphire
I will weave a gown from moonlight
And trim it with lace born of pale sea foam and iridescent spider webs
I will wear slippers shaped from silvery moss
And adorn my throat in strings of silver and moonstone
I will pull light from the edges of the darkest shadows
And wrap it around myself like a cloak
I will pull the reflected starlight from the water
And craft a crown of dancing luminescence
I will present myself beneath the radiant moon in this glowing finery
And with Her blessing, I will shine as a reminder to all
That there is no darkness without the light
-gws
I miss foggy autumn mornings in San Francisco having breakfast with my bestie in his haunted apartment in a building which was once a Gilded Age brothel.
-gws
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