Wandering

Wandering
through life,
through ancient woods
with you, my love,
and all we have is each other
and the world at our feet…
in Paris,
in the Tuileries,
sitting by the fountain
watching the steam
watching our breath
linger in the brittle air
and your smile
as we gaze at the fish
who live in the fountain
lurking
suddenly jumping from the water’s depth
to grab our sandwich.
It is a dream,
a lingering memory
but now there I am
and so are you
In the radiant sunlight
so very, very beautiful
and I wish this moment could last
forever
But it couldn’t
but it can’t
except in my dreams
in my dreams
of you my love
of you and me in Paris
once again
as we were
as we always will be…