For Paris.... With Love.

Its moved on.
In that breath.
In that heart beat.
In that flash of white.
It moved on.

I waited for the sweet music to be right
I waited for the words to sound right
But as the river flows, it moved on.
It was not in a hurry, but gently, it moved on.

I long for that fresh feeling.
I long for that first thought.
When it was all raw, not decorated and beautifully flawed.
Never felt it again, it just moved on.
The warmth left me, it just moved on.

The art is now white.
The lyrics are no more a song.
The deepest corners of my heart,
longed for too long....
fought for too long....
smiled and cried, for too long...

Its fading now.
But, the blue is now the new red or yellow.
How it still lingers
How it still mellows inside me like an unsettling happy feeling.
I believe the paths will cross.
I will find, what I have lost.
But, it has moved on .....