The sweet spot 
be it prose
poetry or plays
knows just where
what and how 
to touch it 
some sing and 
some say and 
some explain it 
all away but 
the end is 
never the same 

One cup two 
should do to
shoo away blues
gaining a smooch 
from my favorite 
you know who 
start the day
lovely and gay
and wave away
gloomy and gray
let the sun
warm your buns
and gimme some 
of summer’s luvin

Like eyes veiled
behind dark glasses 
the bluest sky
breaks quietly through
the curtain cracks 
winking at me
with each passing 
cloud floating by
hey there handsome 
how’s that coffee 

Stepping into 
not away
takes courage 
but in
doing so
one must 
leave behind 
this has
always been 
my direction 
forward and 
never back
for then
has been 

I do believe 
that keeping candles 
lit or torches 
burning despite darkness 
shows the light 
of hope for 
others to find 
it mightn’t lead
for hope isn’t 
always a light 
that others see