"A Conspiracy"

In my porch is an armchair,

I sit and sip my Black Coffee without Sugar,

Tasteless yet lively.

I hear the evening birds heading home,

I hear the trees humming a lullaby,

I smell a sandy fragrance.

I am restless with the setting sun,

My thoughts are not coherent,

The cacophony of the evening,

Settling my nerves with stagnant blood.

Is this a joyous moment?

Or is this Thy magnitude?

Unveil, unleash and bare,

A Conspiracy of sweetness you withhold.