As I leave Paris the City of Light
I leave behind the light of these glorious
summer days
When the sun burns away the traces of
winter
And all is left is lazy park days
Refuge in the shade
And the light of those summer evenings
The twlight
When all is magic and maybes
The best time of day
I leave behind the twinkling Eiffel Tower
A beacon in the night
Reflections in the Seine
Of quayside life
And the light of an autumn day
Golden like the leaves
The muted shades of winter
When all is bright white
In Paris the City of Light
