Coffee and Ink

I think a lot in the morning while drinking my coffee. Stirring words around my cup fading in and out till they become something more.

I saw the words escape
down labyrinth like halls
beyond doors blurry
my mind a haze.
Like the winter snow falls
melting away once touching cheek
I fumble
mumble
hearing the doors creak.
And once again they flourish
stirring my coffee with pen
till I see darkness no more
those dark hues turned creme.