I've found somewhere new, for my mind to where wander,
In moments when lost in its thoughts.
Of previous such haunts, of this I'm now fonder,
As my thinking from the real world escorts.

It's a haven and heaven and to which I'll retreat,
When I need a brief mindful escape.
Where my friend will be waiting ever patient to meet,
And my distorted perception reshape.

A table and chair and a bright yellow cup,
At a cafe in a small Breton town.
This chalice with sacred black coffee is filled up,
Promised joy never letting me down.

And I hope in the future, I'll be back there for real,
Having travelled a rough night on the sea.
Refreshing the memory, moment once more to feel,
Of the bright yellow coffee cup and me.