Haven Sublime

Cinnamon smiles and sleepy cut glass a blur, flowing colors through windows and passed Coffee beans crunched into steam in the air The wind blowing winter through strands of your hair Mountains in slumber and valleys in hush Peppermint warmth from the moment we touch Rest of the world falls in gridlock and twine but we have found peace in our haven sublime. Winter is welcome with smores by the fire We now see the sky, fluid clear with desire The stars reflect frost on the lawn, in our eyes With blankets and thermos we head for the skies Cider and cinnamon, mica cut streams Breathing in pure like the stuff made of dreams We polish our souls, unraveling time for we have found peace in our haven sublime.