Storm In My Coffee Cup

Amdist chaos The stuterring jerks & airpockets The voyage Continues... There is a storm Brewing in the black coffee cup Caffine and chikory Like hope and faith A little feelable A wee bit emotional Are the cogs of Lifes wheels.... Without much ado The cup stands Majestically On the saucer bay The handle Gracious as can be Stands out Sure and silent... The saucer our faith The cup our selves The handle our body The trio syncronise To brave all storms As thoughts intangible Try might to become tangible.. The smoke screen and the clouds Seem all porous and transparent The opaqueness disappears ... And despite The storm in the coffee cup... Alls well as another day We look forward With joy mirth and happiness