Fireworks in the sky.
The fire burning in our eyes.
The Eiffel Tower gleaming bright
beneath the moon and bursting lights.
Your hand in mine; our limbs entwined,
as we revel in our fleeting time.
Looking out on shining city lines
that stretch and glow like burning vines;
till they curve and drop off out of sight
and leave us in the glowing night.
With hours drenched in real-life dreams
beyond the scope of movie scenes;
that Shakespeare couldn’t write in three thousand years.
The time is now; the place is here.
If only time would stop and stay,
for once stand still and halt the day.
To freeze the fireworks mid-burst
and leave us here to quench this thirst.
Our figures wrapped in sparkling light;
beneath the tower, our lips pressed tight.