Lost Forever
Diamonds in the sky, the city of lights
come to us with a visual mind toy
that we play with but never master.
Coffee along the Champ Elysee, you pay
for what you get...the world goes by
going nowhere except where your dreams
take them.
Monuments to past whispers and glories
caught in bronze and mortar, forever silent,
dying for a change, a social casualty whose
greatnesses are cast in fevered urgency.
These behemoths to man's stupidity of
self actualization are green now with knowing
nothing matters.
The dark and deep Left Bank brings
munchkins looking for Dorothy to help
her with her quarter life crisis, playing
their bamboozles and rat ons to the
beat of the city of unending scrutiny.
They are jaded with no where to go,
Love escapes them.
What can we say of Paris, this majestically
anointed city of lights that hasn't already been
murmured for centuries. Paris draw me in
this seemingly impossible state of being that
is sure to crush me. Oh my lady Paris your
siren songs crash my vessel that I cast upon
your shore.
(Source of image: Pinterest)