I NEED PARIS

I need to walk 

the cobbled 

streets of time

gone 

by

I need to have the rain

in my face

I need to see the grey

faces

and french bread

I need to smell the bakery

I need to look at

old perfumeries

I need to visit the Louvre

I need to listen to the

ghosts of Versailles

hidden in my imagination

I want to sit in my chairs

by Prouve

and visit a friend in

in rue St Peres

to open the door

hiding inside

true laughter

I need to feel lives

gone by

and see the ghosts of time.