Take Me To Paris

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The artist and his muse; To create and to inspire

Ask the moon what it’s like to control the tide

Ask the wind what it’s like to bring the kites to glide

Ask the spring what it’s like to make the flowers bloom.

Ask the piano what it’s like to produce the most delightful tune

Ask the stars what its like to be admired by all.

 But also ask the hero what it’s like to always have to stand so tall

Ask the sun what it’s like to always have to shine

Ask the worker what it’s like to never be able to recline

Ask the storm what it’s like to only bring chaos and rain

Ask the madman what it’s like to pretend that he’s perfectly sane

Ask the defeated what it’s like to always loose.

 Then maybe you’ll find my answer;

on what it’s like to be your muse.

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There was a time when I thought I knew you forever.

Lights on the ship

Reflecting in your eyes

Wind over the sea

Navigating their sails far away

Tell me, how did we find ourselves between all these waves as big as mountains?

Moments of gold; I thought I was happier than ever

Now I realize that they are already in disappear;

like the sun on the horizon when we say our last goodbye.

Blurred vision of mine,

makes it hard not to lose sight of your shadows

Watched you close your eyes as you enjoyed those moments of us;

if you close them now,

can you still see us lying there, under a sky light up by a thousand and one stars? Because when I open them, nothing remains but the bitter taste of missing you.

Momentary shots through your camera, Try to keep them safe in our hands

But when time passes and the day arrives you have to leave me, they too will become blurred; like our memories we created in the summer i like to remember as the best i ever had.

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» Tonight I can hear soft vocals of piano, blending into the whispering of a warm summer breeze, that leads us directly to the stars. «

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“The sea was the true mother of our desires,”

— George Sarandaris, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “As It Lay Dying,” (edited)

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