The world demands a sudden, sharp awake,
A hurried pouring of the morning steam.
We trade the quiet dawn for ticking clocks
And break the slow, sweet tether of a dream.
While waiting for the morning brew to steep,
A gentler current floods across my thoughts.
Before the rush of obligations starts,
The empty spaces fill completely with you.
Outside the kitchen, the day is spinning its gears,
But every task is just a passing wave.
Each checked box becomes a quiet countdown,
A gentle reminder of where the day ends.
The smell of the coffee brings me to life
As I catch the first glimpses of today's daylight.
Let the hours demand what they will;
Peace waits in the night when I come home to you.