1. Morning embraces the sleepy horizon,
while coffee whispers forgotten tales
of dreams woven with sea and sand,
connected like the veins of an octopus.
2. In the corner cafe, chairs wobble,
one asking the other quietly,
where do dreams end when the tide pulls back?
Outside, the sky's a canvas unbrushed.
3. And another thing, did you ever notice
how shadows seem more truthful than light?
They tell stories in shapes no one hears
except that one stray cat, perhaps.
4. The moon on the mimic’s tongue –
a reflection once bright, now dim.
Has it ever danced, really? Or just pretended,
like the stars who blink in rhythm with time?
5. Beyond a sleepy invitation to linger,
lies the promise of distant waves.
You can smell the salt even when awake,
or maybe it's just another fragment sticking around.