Here we stand, in Paris,
Aegypt and old forgotten lands,
Dancing by the light,
Which the moon us does grant.
Leaping and laughing and grabbing the stars,
We need nothing but each other and a thought,
Somewhere to start.
*
A cold winter night,
Your coat, dark red by the streetlamp’s light,
The smell of cinnamon and wine in the air,
It comes from a warm place, they even have chairs,
And as we step in, it is a bar,
An old man in the corner is lighting his cigar,
There are some seats of heavy brown leather,
He waves us to sit there and rest from the weather.
*
And so, not any different,
There may be more places,
Even in worlds still unknown.
All we need to do,
Is believe and just know.
Time doesn’t matter,
It is not essencial,
It is friendship and love.
A moment,
Above.
( Many thanks again to the lovely Ruxandra Popescu, creator of the painting, thank you darling. )
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