Sipping Coffee

Listen to the silence, before the sip of this brewed potion, an enticing concoction, Do you hear the harvest , The songs oozing from the volcanic sandy loam, perspiring earthy herbs that graciously glow, sprinkling notes of the sweetest flowers, the heavenly dark red golden lake that awaits, in the ark of this marble mint mug, For a minute, the rich roast takes hold on to these lungs, Pulverizing every weight that rests on my ribs, Singing songs of spring to my winter brain, Have I been too needy, for the touch of coffee to run down my throat, hoping it would wipe away every artery clogging my heart, Maybe I yearn for these beans way too much, Or are they simple my subconscious crutch.