Both of them,
Wrapped in a blanket of conversation,
giving each other
the comfort and warmth of this blanket;
happy to be here at this moment,
talking, sharing and telling stories of past and present.
They now knit dreams ,
dreams of sharing there tomorrows,
dreams of building hopes together for each other.
Slow and steady,
they knit their dreams,
each one holding a needle in their hand,
trying to stitch a pattern from yarn.
Sounds of laughter can now be heard
to the next table,
and the table next to that and next to that.
While the coffee gets cold,
a thread of joy is embroidered,
with sweet dreams of destiny and love.
Lost in their own world,
time moves in years
yet it is surprising how just a few minutes have passed.
I stand still
to watch the needles
Move back and forth,
Knitting a pattern from yarn.
Hope the scarf of this tender fondness that they knit
is just as beautiful as the way they knit,
full of joy and love in between.