Paris Gossamer


You lead me through your seductive streets

And leave me in the shadow of a sunlit tree

But I am aware of your tricks

Your vices are commonplace

You have repeated them often

There is nothing new in your behaviour

I can see through your gossamer flags

I am not fooled

But do show pity on me as I hate being alone

Caress me with your tenderness

Hold me in your arms

Let me share your thoughts

Let us walk together my albatross