Desire

Dreaming of you and the deep velvet blue of that sacred night when stars danced and you entranced me with utter delight as we sipped Belinis and a jazz quartet floated tunes across the misted waters of a deep, silent lake. Dreaming of you and that thing that you do when you swing your shoe on the end of your toes and your wrinkled nose looked so cute as you sipped your morning coffee in the sun that poured down on the Boulevard in old Montmartre. Dreaming of you when we were wet through getting caught in the rain and you said, 'again!' as we splashed in puddles and huddled for cuddles before drying off in the Bahnhof cafe with Münchener Freiheit 'Keeping The Dream Alive' Dreaming of you on that last day when you turned and slowly walked away, we were both struck mute with nothing to say. The day had begun like any other but love so intense began to smother and we knew in an instant that what we had was gone.