In the quiet of the dawn,
Before the world puts its shoes on,
There's a sacred ritual in the brew,
A promise in each sip too.
Warmth that slips into the soul,
Turning night's half dreams to whole,
In my cup, a stormy sea calms to a whisper,
With every sip, the day becomes crisper.
Here in the solitude, my thoughts percolate,
With the rising sun, my dreams animate,
Morning coffee, a silent plea,
In its steam, I find the key.