THE AFTERNOON TREAT
Fine reddish brown spice from the bark~
On top of brown warmed bread~
With oodles of butter and sugar sweet~
I have cinnamon toast melting in my mouth~
Reeling my head of the treat.
Steamy thick with chocolate~
Milk rich like cream~
I sip the luxurious coco froth~
My cup a special liquid delicacy.
My mind whirls with pleasant day dreams~
An afternoon of calming fun~
My heart leaps with joy~
As my mind wanders on the run.
It is love that plays a role here~
A great affection for many and~
The Big Boss high above~
I am filled with adore-ment~
My imaginings in wondrous fragments~
As my thoughts release white doves!
Swirling my ideas trick~
Twirling my feelings go~
Now settled on a Valentine~
Oh how good judgment no longer flows.
Will I this year have a Valentine? ~
Will it come in view of my dreams way~
Dare I continue to dream of this positive attendance? ~
Or should my opinions come back to their senses demure~
I yearn for the happiness that would be the cure.
Alas I have finished~
My dissolving treat~
The bottom of my cup now I only see~
Back to reality on this afternoon~
Enter now the mundane~
For I am me here no longer to silently croon.
Realism is the space that it now takes~
The truth is now clearly in its place.
I set my cup and plate in the sink~
The cinnamon jar in the cupboard~
Butter and milk back in the fridge~
Than I pause for some moments~
In front of the wood stove~
As the air outside is so cold~
It would burn the nose.
My computer I now sit at~
For I relish in my net friends~
While I have angels on my shoulders~
Never by myself~
Just content with the rest of the afternoon~
Comfortable, satisfied with the grace of GOD~
The dark is creeping in~
As the day is almost through.
Lisa J. Warner