French Blue Skies
 
She recalls French blue skies when cold invades
and being alone is unbearable;
they are her sanctuary in winter.
 
When he was present, the grey washed away.
Even when distanced by thought, he was still
wrapped inside her heart; she took him with her
to work each morning, to her bed at night.
 
A silent traveling partner, he shared
the sight of ocean below the plane,
lights atop the Eiffel Tower at dusk,
croissants and dark coffee laced with cream –
the enjoyment of a Paris café.
 
She journeyed alone thousands of miles,
to find her way back into love again.
 
 
Siobhan
1/15/2010

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On the Shore

Stretched out
languid on the shore
of the Seine
his lean body shimmers
in sunshine
oblivious to boaters – world gawkers
staring from the top
of the Eiffel Tower
and the garish orange seats
of Parisian vessel.

Siobhan
06/27/09