Par Isis City of Isis awaken to a brand new day Slowly releasing your dreams of the night As the bright morning star casts a last ray Over your skyline that will soon subside In showers of light of the unveiling sun And your loveliness will become undone From the temple of St. Germain des Pre Where many centuries ago you came to be To l’Arc de Triomphe at the Champs Elysees Pointing at Dendera where Isis used to see The ships sail up and down the river Nile Your magic is in your architectural style Your Quartier Latin and tall Tour d’Eiffel Mont Martre, La Defense and Notre Dame Famous landmarks the world knows well Par Isis means near Isis, your real name Designed by kings who succeeded Gods You were divinely intended by all odds As I roam your allees and boulevards Eagerly breathing in your atmosphere Of the old ateliers, magasins and bars I wordlessly wish that you were here To walk beside me in this city of bliss And ridicule the mindless parti pris Your Catacombes that hide secrets Within its walls of skulls and bones Amid lingers of agony and regrets Accrueing into riveting undertones Beneath your beauty and mystique Faint rumors, so bizarre and oblique And while your citizen’s sleepy eyes Twinkle to the gleam of the rising sun And echoes of yawns rise to the skies I will go to sleep after my work is done To dream splendorous dreams of you As you make up for a day brand new Rage of Reason   A different view on a different city: 12 million dwellers above ground, 7 million below - triggur.org/cata/