Je rêve

My mind doesn't stray from this dream, and I think it is just the world way of telling me that it is something that needs to happen.

I dream of the accents in sweet,

Loitering beneath outsider ear,

The coffee and croissants,

A daily touch to my young day,

 

Fast paced life, with very slow days,

Living complete in a small world,

A little apartment up so high,

Looking over multitudes of orange rooftops,

 

I’ve been there once, dreaming,

It passed like the light, too fast,

Only evidence of this once upon a time,

Pictures and memories, I hold them dear,

 

A life lived in a peaceful image,

Romantic language filling my head,

Rolling off the tongue with ease,

Teaching me something unforgettable,

 

Settling into my bones, the city of love,

No, not the city, but the country holding,

Croissants, coffee and the red, red wine,

A place I will one day call my home,

 

I long to hold his hand, and love him,

In the language of the French,

I dream of nothing better than this,

Sipping my wine, and staring into his eyes.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words. I liked the hope and the wish in the poetry.
"I long to hold his hand, and love him,
In the language of the French,
I dream of nothing better than this,
Sipping my wine, and staring into his eyes."
I agree with the above lines. All of us need some wine and some good company. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote