Behind the reality of dreams,
more wonders
than a carousel's lights could bring
in the night.
Uncounted the traces in the one stone
following the one I was stepping on,
a déjà vu...
I prayed upon each one of the hundred stairs
to keep the memories
about the steps of my life,
before the miracles
of the Sacré-Coeur.
Golden summer smells in the air,
mid of vanishing lights
the Tour Eiffel eternally trying
to touch the skies.
At the crossroads colors turned to lights,
I held my breath
after I turned my eyes to see
down the Champs Elysées
the Arc de Triomphe,
Paris in the night.
In the air an old song
from an old accordion,
chanson d'amour
ra da da da da, play encore.
here in my heart, ra da da da da,
more and more...
A gently breezing whisper came to me,
turned to blazing fire and sparkling flame
Je t'aime, Je t'aime.
Author notes
Poem came from the middle of Paris - still hot like a fresh French croissant
Thanks to all friends and other poets for so nice and uplifting comments as well to all other readers who left traces on my page without words.
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- Take Us Away!! by Cynthia Gaines.
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Awesome! You've written this so well so heavenly romantic.
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I have only been to France once and that trip didn't include Paris. I am taken back to that trip though through your words here. Next time, Paris...
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Excellent
description of the lovers rest!
This is truely enticing, you brought us there in your
poetry now i want to go see it for myself.
brilliant visual.
Dolores xx
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"I prayed upon each one of the hundred stairs
to keep the memories
about the steps of my life,
before the miracles
of the Sacré-Coeur."
I love the accordion part too, creates a wonderful mood of Paris in the poem!
I love the metaphor you apply here, this is excellent,
I always enjoy your writes so much!
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Oh you took me back years and years with this one. I remember when I visited Paris the first time... I was only 21 then
....and the feelings and emotions while looking out over Paris from way up in the Eiffel Tower. Such a magical city and your poem reflects that same magic back to the reader. I envy you... enjoy every minute of it!!
~ Nicolette
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This poem breathes the air of Paris on us - so many sights, so much history! The city has great mystique, it is not only Parisians who rave about it. Your poem gave me many images and a sweet nostalgia.
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