brew

[dysta]

      as i slowly
      breathe life of the new day,
  sunrise pouring
her smile through my livingroom windows.
still incoherent, the static from
the newscast doesn't seem to etch itself
in to my brain, the sins of yesterday
still weighing heavy in my hearts from tears
in my whiskey over the night.

but, one of my ultimate joys.
the smell of the coffee brewing strikes my nose.
    & i realize,
the horizon is ablaze and beautiful.

things,
might just be alright.

peace;(lost world).