Sun shining through stained glass, gorgeous cacophony.

Swimming light sings with the sound of crystals.

Empty thoughts gather longingly in a cafe

          swaying casually on the lakeside.

The faint music plays fetch with the shore.

A smell slips from the kitchen, so sweet it’s sick.

Like saccharin syrup dripping from the walls -- cherry,

           the air snaps like Toblerone.

This place, oh it sings like mystery,

           she clings to you like misery,

and the floor is grown from uneven cobblestone.

Your great-grandma’s cookies, your mom’s acini de pepi, these are their assets.

Every sweet flavor that your memory wraps in love they serve, how serendipitous!

Trying so hard to find them again, akin to Sisyphus.

Your quest, this place, will leave you deranged.

You proved you were dogged,

          or maybe just jonesing.