Paris

Only in sleepis man truly freeHe awoke to a Euroand looked back at meas if I had given himthe earth made wholeThe lightest of gesturesa salve for my soulYet had I passed byI'd never have lookedand read of fate's handin another man's bookThe truth of the cityA spare coin thrownIn some small waymy soul knew his own© Raymond Frederick Seaforth(First Published In © 'L'esprit Épicurien', 2012)Yeah I