A Parisian Angel Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

A PARISIAN ANGEL

I indulged in every revelry as I did dine
In the wake of a penitential night
When every glass of bourbon and Spanish wine
Brought me only remorseful pain.

I waited for the shining of the matin light
Beneath a silver lamppost in the misty rain.

And there, before me,
Went an angel of the sun,
Clad in a sailor's coat, redolent as a summer vine.
Two lovers of the sea were we,
Two lovers though as truly one;
I shook when her lips did glisten and shine.

She was French in her beauty to the very core.
(The Parisian sun was dawning.)
Her hair was of a raven hue.
And as she passed me on the avenue
On her way beneath a greenish awning
To the little grocery store,
In the silhouettes of a shady blue,
My heart could truly take no more.

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ