Paris Dawn

I walk the old streets of Paris.
The vibrations of lovers
purr from the pavement.
A constant aria
without beginning or end.
How can I ever forget you
my eternal city.
Only when the light of life
falls away from my eyes.
At nightglow the silence
Intensifies her passions.
This city needs lovers like food.
and I need the city.
Morning light appears
Yet Paris is still vibrant .
Even without sleep
she is fresh and gay.
The old stone of the buildings
Sheds the warmth from
the curtains of sunlight
now unfolding in spring dawn.
On the west bank
of the old river
artist are mounting
their easels.
To capture the ambiance
of Paris awaking.
The colorful palettes
mixing her hues.
I feel lost in time
Both history and today
Melt into a single place.
Like the mixed colors
on the artist paintings.
How can I ever forget you
my Paris.
For you gave me
passion and love.
You showed me my soul.