Paris

You are often described as the City of Light
Your uncaring shoulders cradle the children of the night
In your delightful breast Jim met his fate
For some you come too early, for some too late
You have captured my mind, one day we shall meet
When I travel to your awaiting hub
You know that I'm coming you will know I'm on my way
I look forward to it. I will cherish that day

© 1993, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved