My body is rested,

I have a mellow zen

in the morning,

legs crossed,

coffee in hand

my fingertips

glide the keyboard

this is where

I record my world.

One word at a time,

hate to get ahead of myself,

I lose my way,

begin to forget about today.

I love these mornings,

where I can smile

feel a peace inside,

no longer caught up in

trying to reveal

the scattered memories

of my mind.

I can recall now

in the sweetness of time,

beauty does exist, in love

her elegance sublime.