A River of Gold

We once, in another lifetime, walked over the River Seine. Do you recall that, sweetheart, when all in life was to gain? Boats with colorful lights, wished our futures be joyous and bright. In that lifetime, not really long ago, in dreams, you held me tight! Is life but a dream, or a reflection of that which I dearly cherish and hold? Tell me true, dear, why was the Seine that star studded night, a River of gold? 9/22/2022 ~2~