What memories I have

of Café Terrace at Night,

with its violet sky and

its warm aureate light. 

Silhouetted people

sitting settled in twos

at white tables brushed

against chartreuse hues. 

And while students study,

and poets rhyme, 

while the gentry sit 

whiling away their time, 

two lovers nestle, 

faces glowing in the light,

unaware of the beauty

of this blackless night. 

The stars up above,

in perfect constellation,

cannot compete with a lover’s

playful flirtation. 

Bold contrasts of colours,

yellow, green, orange, and blues,

escape the young lovers’ 

enamoured views.

To them, beauty 

is not in a stroke of a brush,

but in the hot tingle 

of a lover’s touch. 

Oh, what memories I have

of Café Terrace at Night,

and the ethereal lovers 

in the warm aureate light.