The Coffee Dust!!!

What if the coffee bean cracks open a little

And out pours a puff 

I will be then looking at the coffee dust,

which in the light might show its dance of swirls

It will be like a brown colored mist above a hazy desert,

golden tinge of the hair curls 

A dance which will be quieter than a stranded chair

yet will wake up the world to their morning scuttling feet.

How would i, but tell it from other dust

Maybe by how it will set up a smell of thick concentrated dreams

And a mirage where everyone will see their’s

such is the coffee dust

But soon in a while the coffee dust will settle down 

Burden of long hours of the afternoon 

Will it be the time to crack again the bean then,

the next wave of dreams to let burst.

Kartikey Grover

Inspired by the works of Thousand Others!!!