Coffee Dreams

I smell coffee brewing
Its rich aroma wakes
The nightingale of dawn;
Recalls my dreams to me
Like a deer calls her fawn.

I smell coffee brewing
And symbol by symbol
Each dream returns to rest
Its weary head against
The warmth of my soul’s chest.

I smell coffee brewing
Its scent enters my dreams
As part of the landscape
It becomes an emblem
Prevents my dream’s escape.

I smell coffee brewing
I inhale the perfume
Of Columbia’s gold
And pour myself a cup
As the new day unfolds.