Moments in Time

It's two AM, and here in my dimly lit ambiance,
again alone, always alone. In one more glass
of wine, surely a small quantity of courage I
shall find.

The smoldering embers in the fire place,
cast a flickering and fading glow.
Project lonely and silent shadows on
these ancient walls, that seem
to grow and grow.

The violins reach their crescendo,
as Edith Piaf breaks my heart with
the haunting words of;
"La Vie en Rose."

My thoughts take me quickly back,
back to a time, when I knew for
whom the church bells toll.

I'm sitting there in a sidewalk café on
the Champs Elysees, with a beautiful,
raven hair Mademoiselle on this night
in early May.

A carafe of sweet red wine, candle
light, and a young love sublime.

Paris in the Spring! Ah! If only I could
have captured that time in a
bottle, or just hung on to that golden ring.

But as we all know, time passes and
all good things, someday must abdicate
their reign.

My glass is finally empty and
the dancing shadows are slowly
fading from my wall once again.

The music has stopped,
the embers glow no more as
total darkness falls upon my door.

Paris, again I shall never see,
but those sweet moments
in time, no one can take
from my mind.

Jackie R. kays
©05

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