it’s a small cafe that rests by the sea.
a tinkling chime rings above the door
when someone comes in

there are paintings on the walls from
artists long since passed
hanging over the patrons watchfully

fairy lights weave along the ceiling
above the windows, down the walls
shining like kidnapped stars

music will sometimes be provided
usually in the form of piano concertos
or waltzes by string quartets

it’s a place people come to when they’re
looking for love, for a calm and quiet
place to dream amazing dreams

be they poets, romantics, idealists,
bright-eyed wanderers; they will all
find their kind here

the cafe is open four nights a week
to find it, you only have to follow the sea
breeze and the stars