A Pocket Full of Paris
In my tempting the Carousel
To spin me with the Parisians
Left lingering in the ambiance
Of a cafe gone unnoticed
I occasionally notice life
Stirring lightly-sweetened
Around the dreaded corners
Of my reality-embittered mindset
But never could I have
Missed you motioning me
To turn from my pillar of salt
In order to watch you
Comically check your
Peculiar pockets
For my knowing smile
Yeah, you already know I did
And when I did,
You too could not help
But smile in kind
With the curious softness
Of your brighter eyes
And while I'm amused,
I'm not impressed
I mean, come on...
Even a Trickster’s
Favorite target knows
All tickets in Paris
Are only dreamt in Pairs
Aye, even still,
Your mischief did try
To take me for the gullible type.
Thus the calliope decides
With proceeding onto the inevitable
Awakening of us
Love, I reach for your hand
Felt pulling me up again
And oblige our impatient waltz
Always to be found
Just waiting around
With the hopes to burst
Into the dancing laughter
Now felt rushing in
Throughout the both of us
And as our musical connection
Steps in tune
With the flattering rotations
Absorbing the Parisian air
The unmistakable spark
Of an intimate gasp
Ignites our passion
Breathing us across
The accelerating
Parisian night
While burning up
The petty ashes of regret
Beneath the remoteness
Of a cold mourning sky
And spinning me well enough
To turn my once timorous eyes
And shine towards onward
Whereas I may graciously face
Tomorrow's grave sighs
With one foot behind the other
Not to mention charming me
With a pocket full
Of promise
In the knowing smile
I too have to look forward to
I mean, come on…
Every dreamer within us knows
That along our perpetual path
Of creative turns
And amusing pockets
Paris is never behind us
