Infuse!

I crave you every morning and noon,

That dark and bitter taste of brew,

To inhale the aroma spread anew,

Drinking little sips, hoping not to drown in you.

For when I awaken each day,

I lie roused as thoughts cram their way in,

I list all the things I need to do,

I think of all the things I need to forget to.

My mind needs a comforting embrace,

To calm a heart that’s a little deranged,

As I hold you in my hands and sigh,

Music offers the milieu melody right.

Another day to battle my way,

To live with all the wounds and scars again,

The strength I know I need to regain,

You hold the secret in your pottered clay.

Image Courtesy Illustrats