These tears freely fall
Like leaves on an autumn breeze
How fragile we are
With uncertain tomorrows
Paris Mon Coeur tend la main.

The path is obscured
And forward is all I know
So with careful steps
I make my way through the night
Hoping I do not disturb.

Looking up I see
Eyes of grey and crystal blue
I often wonder
Will you remember my eyes
Moving windows of the world.

Ripen on the vine
Sweet grape ready for harvest
A moments pleasure
Without the satisfaction
Your femininity sour.

Golden State of mind
Through fields of grass I followed
Knee deep in unknown
And without Rosetta’s Gift
My heart’s translation unheard.