Tears do dance downwards
Heavens light, refracting prism
Colours hypnotic

I fell asleep
      with you
    on my mind
I woke up
And you
      were still there



**When's this gonna end?

La Belle et La Bête

The Parisian Review lit a candle that night,
They honoured a granting to all those
On French soil, who among other things,
Disturbed & desiccated passions
Of those who were not perturbed by noises
Around those endured in flight seeking sanction.

She remained gracious as she walked
The Champs‑Élysées carrying platinum gold soul,
For it was July 14th, Bastille Day
A paradise for those lost heroes so named; Elysian Fields
But today wasn't a war of Gods & monsters,
She was la belle mademoiselle du jour on perfected streets
Louis Vuitton, Cartier, Hôtel de la Païva; 8th arrondissement of Paris.

He strolled, a dignified approach
To the woman of memory
So pained by his misgivings,
So chosen,
                   So forgiven,
                                         So loved
Today, she chose to forget,
To forsake,
To only know,
                       To love
To love, to love, him.

© Sia Jane

The first time I looked into your eyes
Felt your lips against mine
Your body and mine entwined
Our hearts aligned
Our love combined
I knew I could search my whole life
And never again would I find
What we share
And I vowed right then and there
I wouldn't have to
I vowed
To love you like you were leaving
So I would never have to face the grieving
Of you getting up and closing the door
Because never in my life have I been so sure
That two people were made for one another
As you were made for me
And I was made for you
That two people could be so right for each other
As perfect as us two.