Le Café de Rêveurs

Matt Schnarr

if only we could meet in dreams
we could go to a cafe
and drink our thoughts
swirling darkness mixed with bright skies
and bittersweet tears

i would sit across from you
and you across from me
no words would cross between
only the rising peaks of eyebrows
and twitches of hidden smiles
would accompany the orchestra
of bronze light
and cafe scented breeze

though silence fills my ears
i feel content
no certainty in the future
no changes in the past
only warmth in the present

a tear of comfort
a sip of joyful wine
you laugh to yourself
and your eyes say goodnight
i wave a soft goodbye

you walk away
and your figure fades in the wind
into shattered dreams
pieces of glass surrounding me
in a whirlwind of honesty
in each piece
each dream
even nightmares
teary eyes melt into my soul
and dissappear...
 e i close mine
and begin to fly