Your face stands out in a crowd
like the whistle of a man
in love that echoes
around the streets of Paris
in the early morning.
It lifts high above
the sleek,
regal buildings,
leading the morning chorus
in a wonderful procession.
It dances along the surface
of the Seine,
causing ripples
of excitement
in my heart.
Up and through the Louvre
it cascades
like a waterfall of renaissance,
gathering strength
as it goes.
As it reaches the Bastille,
the song
of your resplendent nature
ferments into
a triumphant revolutionary fanfare.
Your rapturous day spring hymn
leaps into the sea above,
escaping its worldly cage
with the grace of a flying fish
jumping with a hastened evolution.
And, at this moment,
the suns glorious beams
fill the balloon
that is our eternal horizon
with your very Being.
You breath life into me.
