Coffee

The aroma of coffee on a rainy day,
Irresistibly invigorating, 
surrounded by hubbub and hearsay,
as a young girl engrosses in creating.

She takes out her drawing board,
lets the raindrops kiss her cheek
as she wields her little wand,
lets her imagination flow with mystic.

She works her miraculous magic, 
with a few strokes of her wand,
she conjures up an entire galactic
of stars and the moon which she is fond.

The waft of caffeine and inspiration
flows into me and makes me whole,
as my mind is caught up in creation,
and I imagine myself in the same universe as she,

creating worlds of unimaginable proportion.