Magical Astronomy (Satellite Café Terrace)
Hot chocolate darker than a midnight sky,
Cream swirling through it in a milky way,
Topped with a whipping of a cloud on high,
Fresh from the Satellite Café.
Glaze on the layers of the atmosphere,
White stardust sprinkles on a fine parfait.
I’ll take your hand and you can take me here,
Up to the Satellite Café.
Price is steep– Oh, but the flavors are the richest. Before you’ve gotten in
Too deep… make sure you know what you want will be worth what you paid.
What’s your wish?– Look at the menu, stretching lightyears into the night.
We choose our dish– No choice is wrong if it’s one that we made.
Waning from the round fullest pie into a thin croissant,
This ball of swiss is any shape we say.
All of the cheesecake we could ever want,
Right at the Satellite Café.
Star caramel clusters with a sauce on top:
Dark matter softened to a thick puree,
Poured from the Little Dipper drop by drop,
Just at the Satellite Café.
Zero G– Space is the best place for a coffee. A vacuum
Of energy… instantly boiling and freezing, a magical state.
Drink it black– Deep as a black hole that just may take us anywhere.
No, take that back– We’ll need some sugar to lighten the weight.
Now with such a dazzling atmosphere outside the window,
It’s a bit of shame we have to be indoor.
But, if we make a special reservation,
Maybe we can take a table out on the wing, and take in a bit more.
Even here with no fresh air around us, why,
The views would leave us breathless anyway! Ah…
Don’t be late (who’d be late?) for this important date;
I want a small eternity to sit and stay.
Kudos to our long-eared chefs above:
The main course is coming soon, soon, soon.
One rare treat any connoisseur would love:
Mochi pounded on the moon.
Gazing up at such a clear horizon,
I’m thinking, it’s so pretty I could eat, eat, eat eat eat it up!
Now, when the sun begins its run once more,
Warming and rising like a great soufflé…
Soak in the taste that we’ve been craving for,
Soon at the Satellite Café.
Crêpes even thinner than the ozone flow,
Baked to perfection by a UV ray.
Macarons, in the spectrum of a whole rainbow,
New from the Satellite Café.
Try a bit of iced tea that’s flavored with a hint of peach,
Plucked from celestial branches this same day.
I’ll take the special; make it two of each,
Here at the Satellite Café.
Pop bubbles popping at the speed of light,
All earthy senses are eclipsed away.
Now open, day and neverending night:
This is the Satellite Café.
Earth is nothing but a satellite–
And yet the place we seek is just a satellite of Earth.
Because… we humans really like to know that
Something in this universe revolves around us.
Spin, spin, spin, the pull is growing stronger.
We can never let this vision fade away! Ah…
We’ll take it, escape it, this orbit of routine,
And find a better way to measure out our day.
If that café serves that famous brew:
The elixir that would quench our worry…
Come one day, if I could share it with you,
Surely, surely, I would order in a giant hurry.
In this moment, though, there isn’t much rush.
This dream that we’ve imagined here is sweet, sweet, sweet sweet sweet enough!