I wish that I was in Paris with my love
La vie en rose
The breaking of hearts by the Seine
Before our lips softly touch
And part
Chanson d`amour
Born of regret
Uncharted galaxies of longing
Dark streets wandered by silent strangers
Hunting for mementoes to post to America
But looking askance at the strident red lights
That burn all hours by Le Place Pigalle
Songs drifting stale smoke through crowded bar rooms -
Le Moulin de la Gallette - tourist shops and Bistros
Chansons de la passion Chansons du coeur brise`
Haunting Montmartre with unbearable sadness
Darker than vast distances that separate the planets
The depths that Van Gogh really knew
When we thought he was painting starlight
Hollywood of course got Van Gogh wrong
Missing out the whores and the drunken brawls
The syphilis that killed his brother -
The myth was filmed
The truth discarded
On the boulevards car lights dazzle my eyes
But I really prefer the quieter byways
Courtyards packed with trees and shadows
Ah Paris
Paris
The frail warmth of my lover in my arms
The night we strolled by the moonlit river
And talked of broken promises
Her long hair veiling her eyes
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
Sketched June 3rd 1984.
Extensively rewritten May 29th. - July 8th. - 9th.2015.
A lyrical mood painting.
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