Nothing Lost

Shared dreams and shadows of what will never falter Rise to the heavens on the celestial steam from A morning cup of sunshine We hope and believe and choose to see Through rose colored glasses as we nibble from The same sweet pastry Our matching lattes keep us company as Time slips by and the world goes on before us Around us, in spite of us The morning is past and the sun flies high Though we are shaded by the immovable Unchanging tide of being Though morning wanes, the day must wait While yet one drop, one smile remains to feed This fervent vision Steam will abate and our cups may grow lighter but There is nothing lost, nothing that a little more time and A few dollars can’t refill. ~Christopher Thor Britt Contest: Cafe Musings 1/27/2014