when a kettle sings

As the first beam
of light replaces darkness,
kissing the early morning dew,
I stir and wake and think of you,
my warm cup of smiles
rising with the steam,
sitting on a four-legged table
inviting four legs
to release their weight
on four-legged chairs...
relaxed backs, soft voices,
an exchange of dreams,
thoughts, laughter...
a friend close enough
to live in harmony,
far enough to speak
a separate language,
yet warm enough
to feel right at home
in a square room,
the world passing slowly
outside glass windows,
while inside fills
with sweet aroma
and sweeter memories...