Coffee with Cream

Some mornings come in copper, some arrive in blue I turn the little glass and every colour looks like you I keep a quiet ledger of the weather in my chest One line for the laughter one for what I never said A little gold at seven a little grey by noon A coffee with cream and a crooked silver spoon The world keeps rearranging like light inside a dream And I am not one feeling I am everything between Round and round the pieces fall Too bright, too close too much, too small Kaleidoscope, turn me slowly Let the broken colours breathe Every little ache becomes a pattern when your hand is next to me Kaleidoscope, hold me gently I am changing as I seem Somewhere in the morning light love tastes like coffee with cream There’s amber in my anger there’s violet in my doubt There’s a child inside the mirror who still wants to be found I laugh at the wrong moment I fall quiet when I should speak I make a palace out of dust and call it being unique But you do not demand a simple weather from my sky You let the rain be honest You let the bright things lie Round and round the pieces fall Too proud, too soft too much, too small Kaleidoscope, turn me slowly Let the broken colours breathe Every little ache becomes a pattern when your hand is next to me Kaleidoscope, hold me gently I am changing as I seem Somewhere in the morning light love tastes like coffee with cream I used to think a heart should choose one shade and stay But every honest soul has weather on display So let me be the turning glass the fracture and the flame If you can love the changing light I will not be ashamed Kaleidoscope, turn me slowly Let the broken colours breathe Every little ache becomes a pattern when your hand is next to me Kaleidoscope, hold me gently I am changing as I seem And somewhere in the morning light love tastes like coffee with cream Some mornings come in copper, some arrive in blue I turn the little glass, and every colour leads to you