Ode to the morning elixir

When the first rays of the sun strike

Nature beams awake from slumber unlike

One inconsistent creature of its Creation.

Numb from poisons of the night’s past

The early morning tenderness of my bed can never be surpassed.

Intruded, but, by one cunning mistress of my dreams.

Tugging with the buzzing of the heating boiler

My hope-bringer, my life-giver, my enabler

Breaks the lock of intimacy with my languor.

First sip like the breath of air to the oxygen deprived

Sip again for the enthusiasm to greet the day which has arrived

And the sound of every other sip marks more vitality revived.

This solemn ritual marks the first step of the day

And carries one forth at least halfway.




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