Before the maps were drawn or kings were crowned,
Before the ink of fate had dried upon the page,
In Paris, where our silent truths were found,
You stood, the only light within the age.
The river watched us pass with ancient eyes,
As history whispered through the chestnut trees;
I saw the morning in your spirit rise,
And felt the world fall softly to its knees.
We walked the stones where revolutions slept,
Across the bridges arched like bended bows.
While others laughed, or others lonely wept,
We found the secret that the shadow knows:
That time is but a thief who steals the breath,
But cannot touch the hand that holds its own.
You were the wall between my soul and death,
The only country I have ever known.
From youthful dawns to silver, wintered hair,
You stayed while empires crumbled into dust.
When life was heavy, more than I could bear,
You were the iron in my fading trust.
In every scar and every line I trace,
I see the journey that we took as one;
The architecture of your steady grace
Has been my shelter and my morning sun.
If Paris was the cradle of the flame,
Then all the years since then are but the fire.
I still find music in your spoken name,
The holy anthem of my soul’s desire.
The stranger in the street might see a wife,
A quiet presence in the fading day;
But I see forty winters of my life,
The gold that never weathered into gray.
So let the seasons march toward the end,
And let the cities shutter up their gates.
I have no need for any other friend,
For I have cheated all the cruel fates.
As long as there are ripples in the Seine,
And stars that shimmer over Notre Dame,
I’ll bless the cold, the laughter, and the rain,
And rest within your spirit’s steady calm.
#The girl of the Seine
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