Dream My Dream

I once had a dream tremendous

In which the City of Love dreamt of us

All of its parapets and spires

Were refurbished with coy desires

From bistros to Palais Garnier

Time tempts us to be right here

To share a shawl with Alice

As the Moon guards the sleeping Paris

And hear the crunch of the leaves

As the heavens move silently

All our mirth will purl around

Flooding the alleys and the grounds

And if the radiated rain pours

We'll rush behind closed doors

We're both a thought, a feeling, a good-good sign

A supernova exploding in the city's mind

And in the morning, Eiffel will spread

The dust of stars where we can rest

Refreshed, the afternoon bell shall chime

And the crystal pyramid, Louvre will beckon to climb

When blush of evening turns the sky 

Our home'll be the Palace of Versailles

Where statues of past aristocrats

Will sing and serve where Antoinette once sat  

So, Alice, the plain truth is thus

That City of Love dreams of us 

 - By Ritvij. 1/Dec/2022. At home, Raebareli.