Sunday 28 October 2018

paris

yellowed street light
falls across the Seine
a stranger says good evening
but I am alone in this late hour
this city is never still
this city is never silent
but she holds me
and she writes upon my heart
she knows that sleep eludes me
so she rocks me gently in her arms
my hotel
my room
my life
are gone
and as dawn falls upon me
I vanish within the light
that washes the night from the streets