dear water music
You called me here without your voice
you know exactly
and we switched life stories--
how I love my coffee
ancient tellings
shaded with delirium
you think are lost to time
friendly fire
but let me remind you that time
on sunny mornings
is a convenient illusion
clearly offering something
and 'lost' just a process of returning
unknowable
back home
familiar treacherous clumsy translation
ghost of coffee
of a violet symphony and earth toned
brewing in the morning
stained glass monogamy
we both know
creating harmony
its always been brewing
accidentally on purpose
