Sweet Bird of Youth

In the velvet late summer night
The seine river is a dark mirror.
Wearing her jewels of reflected stars
on her satin surface.
Shimmering in her beauty
How often we walked the pathways
of these waters

Stopping to embrace and kiss
under the flowering trees of Paris.
The petals falling ,falling ,falling
As a breeze carried from the old city.
Raining the gaudy blossoms upon us
tangling in your long soft hair.

Our Paris full of fragrance 
and life and joy.
Filled our lungs with
youth and passion.

Above us the milky stars
splashed lights
That reflected in your dark eyes.
Like sprites on a pool of water.

As we reached my small studio.
You shook loose your hair
Releasing the fragrant blossoms
onto our bed as we devoured
the sweet bird of our youth.