SHADOWS OF PARIS 

 

stones of a winter moon
cast shadows upon twilight 
upon these paris streets
cutting wind 
across the seine 
sears into the soul 
ranks of poplars 
quake & quiver
quite bleak alleys 
alphabet of light sought
upon the closure
 of this day 
grammar of the landscape
guides where & when 
the language fails 
where ancient shadows fall 
when we were young 
before the stars 
fell from the sky
and fog & doubt 
plague amongst quays 
while I merely cower
sipping absinthe 
amongst the ruins 

 

 

 

 

TERRENCE SYKES

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