L’air du Paradis

Outside is a breath that I just know

I breathe it in, L’air du Paradis

Seductive beckoning

The promise to Love and be Loved

To be Lover, and to be Love

So, in a trance, I breathe deeply

Fearlessly, nearly there

Infallible while I still have the chance

Shadows crowding me

Begging me to be free

Yet vicariously, I am

Within and without, I am

The muffled mockingbird sings a tune

Crafted for my ears, and it feels

For mine alone

But as I sit and sway between the shadows

The tune grows increasingly sorrowful

In venomous melancholy, the mockingbird leaves

Flying into the sun

I fear it burned up without a trace

Ignorantly, I claim this is why

I do not allow myself L’air du Paradis

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