Cafe Terrace at Night

Written March 2020

I live on a painted canvas, hanging above her bed.

Little did the poet realize she was looking for me,

To collect all the dreams she kept in her head.

The world he painted illustrates his heaven inspired

Imagination.  A walkway of bright speckled colors

Leading to the great beyond. A thing to be admired.

Twilight serenades a charming café encompassed

In golden light. Neighbors peak through windows

At the heavenly stars, and no longer feel hopeless.

Café Terrace at Night belongs to poets, romantics,

Musicians, and the pure of heart. When life grows

Weary, the café terrace will help find your magic.

While you wish to stay in the café forever, the sun

Must rise. Hold on to your dreams and make them

Come true today. Wake up, your life has just begun.