Coffee In Abstract

I am a coffee drinker without it I would suffer very big migraines, worse than I already do.

Mornings light beams,
in fragments gleam
on the surface
of the dark liquid
inside my mug.

This is where the sun lives,
it blooms within a coffee bean.
When it touch’s my tongue,
it unfolds my soul
with its golden beam.
Slowly I become free
from my dreams.

Author's Note

I am not perfect at spelling, it would help if any errors are found that my reviewers would give correct spelling. Thank you.