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