Hot coffee awakened to a blue sky bright morning
It's after ten and the day never called
So we text back and forth and wait for the signal
Are you ready for me, to come over, out of the shade?
We'll wait a bit more, for this coffee evens the score
Between a sun that's seen everything, divine and base
Confined to the sky, I take for the ground, making my way to the sea
Instantly traveled and there's no escape, 'cept hats and these grottos
For the sky knows my motto, it's to move when the movement
Is good and the thing to do; but when the breeze sneaks inside
And I'm a bit outside, the grapes sway and sway in the sun
Watering plants and coffee-ing rants, relaxed by the lull of the birds
A sip in my grip and a table, not flipped, my feet making love to the stone
Inhalation depth, metric and standard, the sounds of the day, banter and banter
Carpentry whispers, saws making way, the sun is still watching, keeping the play
Roman Ryan 