These tears freely fall
Like leaves on an autumn breeze
How fragile we are
With uncertain tomorrows
Paris Mon Coeur tend la main.
Tag: love
Around a table
We share each other’s story
An appetizer
A drink from great distances
An entree prepared with love
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.
How I laughed and cried,
Under your green canopy,
It was Summer then,
My Marvelous Sequoia,
But Autumn’s law will not yield.
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.