On occasion

I’ve been slowly waking up,
Coffee by my side,
Waiting for the perfect moment,
To let my spirit be my guide

Life is short, it is fleeting
Moments, precious few in between
On occasion, but most often rarely
You meet that someone
Who for your coffee
Is the cream

The energy, the attitude
The varied interests in between
Fuel my mind and keep it guessing
There is so much more to be seen

So it is with surprise
That this note rolls onto paper
As there was no thought, vision
Or plan
Only what was known
By my heart
And translated by my hand