Melon and Orange -A Night at Cafe Crescent-

A melon-shaped crescent moon rises high, The bell of time is wrapped in deep ultramarine. In the freezing night, a light is lit— A gentle orange glow. Though these faces should be strangers, They feel like friends from long ago. Endless conversations soak into Rich, rolling waves of sound. It’s not something you take for granted, Yet it isn’t too mysterious either— A place where everything feels just right. Leaning against the crescent moon, We talk of dreams and savor the now. Melon and orange— Two crescent moons Meet in this place. Leaning against the crescent moon, We speak of love and lose all sense of time. Melon and orange— Two crescent moons Meet in this place.