Quiet Cups of Coffee

Blue clouds and quiet cups of coffee
Are all I see now in my dreams
And all I can hold with these hands
No more falling down endless stairs
And clutching on to slippery rails
Those straight lines you drew,
They no longer exist
Or define and shrink to fit
This life inside and out
Or the sweet torment within
And those crazy jagged circles,
They're all gone too
They've crept into their tiny holes
Leaving you standing outside

Blue clouds and the quietest cups of coffee
Are all that rise and fall now
In my dreams,
And upon this old windowsill.