Old seaside town, where potholed streets descend,
A secret lies, less touched by hurried feet.
A wooded veil, by autumn’s hand defined,
Conceals the place where quiet shadows meet.

The pool, enshrined in amber, red, and gold,
Reflects the world, yet holds it far away.
Its waters whisper stories never told,
Of dreams dissolved and time’s unending sway.

The high-banked stream descends with gentle grace,
A silver thread through leaves that softly weep.
Though laughter echoes from the bustling space,
Here silence reigns, its vigil pure and deep.

For those who find this haunt of hushed delight,
The world beyond dissolves like fading light.