Roman Of Paris
blue Autumn morning Of cool
And chill Mirror skies And jacket zipped,
Croissants in his Immediate Cobblestone future.
he Seine, The book stalls and he is in,
And Roman in a million Dreams.
And a dream blows soft Paris blues Home slowly
Take all day if you wish. T o a studio huge apartment With skylights Hemisphere Wide.
And breathe and sing your Songs.
Hang them like brown Crisp
On all your Thousands of blue Paris sky open Tomorrows
And charcoal sketches.
Right bank Left,
Cobblestones of friendly, soft sun reflections
Cherbourg Bends down
And lets bluebirds fly With Roman, Canada's native Son,
But like a sun corona, Morning Paris Round his Heart Too.