Paris revisited...

Oh! Paris, Paris!
The dreams will end soon.
I have to go back in time
Before the dawn is due.

There I was, a stranger,
Strolling down Boulevard Saint-Germain,
Sifting through second-hand books,
Seeking to refurbish  the essence of poetry
Living in me after feeling awe-struck 
Within the walls of Notre-Dame.

I then sat down at the 
Luxembourg Gardens 
To see the secular gardener
Preserving a nation's memory.
Bridge after bridge,
I walked hand in hand with 
The Seine until the day was done.

I stopped by a bistrot and
Devoured  a cheese-peppered
Crepe as I passed by a narrow
Street on my way back home. 
I heard the sound of a girl
Playing accordion whole heartedly.

Night came upon us all.
Paris dressed the moon
And lifted the stars:  
The Moulin Rouge suddenly
Started its uproar.

And there I was, still a stranger,
Defying sleep, struggling to keep 
Paris, the Gay Paris in me.