February 29th, 2020, this one day, in leap year.
 Let's meet at the dream cafe.

Here on earth, we are so far apart. Wouldn't it be great, to see your face,
 in that realm and ethereal space.
Where words appear, collide, then coincide.

  Writers float, while muses gloat.
Refreshing with verse, like heavenly showers.

  That's what wordsmiths do.

 We will have a laugh with our folk, at our, cyber bespoke, cafe. 

  Words come faster than you can pen?

 Do ordinary folk, scoff, and joke?

 We are that precious few,
 Writers' writ has power.

 Love and acceptance flow, from the depth, of a poet's, soul.

Here's a cyber hug, from me to you.