The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Coffee Covered Sun

Watching as the stars go by
On this strange and ethereal wave
The sunshine burning down on 
This fine and wild ride
Fly on the Dream Bean
Too close to the heat
Release the cargo, my friend
Cut the engines, grab a mug
And give a hearty toast
To our coffee  covered sun
For we have seen the summer rise
Rise with the sun in the morning
The early warmth that bids the night its leave
We grin stupidly, happily, wickedly
Electric that is what they say
This feeling in the air of this place
Sharp and strange and new
Free and wild and barely restrained
So suddenly do I see this 
A stark contrast to my old pain
I now see a world full over
A light shines in the darkest way
Like flash-tag
Summer with tangled hair and slashed jeans
The season of commerce and play
Well goodbye, friends 
This best of times shall never stop
As the sun shines down 
You smile and cry in the walls we trust
And so, farewell
For what is in the game?
But for wild abandon and a name?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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