Coffee Shop Views

Coffee Shop Views The lady near the door, Sat quietly, as she tightly held her cup, Her sad, knowing eyes, Fixed upon a world, A world way beyond the window, In another place. At her side, an elderly man, Silently looking on, Hardly a word was spoken. And as I watched, Guessing at their story, The sun broke through, The grey East London sky, Illuminating like magic, Our silent waiting faces. We sat in quietness, The sunlight playing tricks, Dancing shapes across the floor, Across our lives, Was something missing, Something Lost? Emotions trapped in a place, Too painful to be? And to the comforting sounds, Of that coffee shop, We drank together, And in this sacred space, I longed for; Springtime, for sunlight, For love; For hope to lighten, our darker ways, To open up closed skies, And so we stared, We stared into the distance; To another place, A place beyond the window, Of our quite, Little East London coffee shop. John Roberts