Fresh, glowing auburn in the street
Cobblestones and ivory cast their spell
Tonight, we dine with the gods of love
Into a river of lights, my heart hath fell

From here, I wish you all well
Hues of amber fill the night
Swimming with vigor and passion
I am greeted by many loves tonight

The guitar gently weeps soft, satin tears
As we make love against our solemn fears
The cold midnight air will call us soon
To a land that kisses the light of the moon

Before I leave this dashing place
I must have the pleasure to see your face
I've known many towns, all well and good
But the magic of Paris can't be withstood

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This is a series of poems that I began writing in November of 2009. There are a few poems that I haven't published in here, but the majority of my poetry is contained in this story. What are these about? Hopes, dreams, desires, loves, pains, fears; it's all there. Not all of these are poems, but they all have some sort of reason and/or rhyme. Each work means something important to me.

Somewhere around chapter 35, I began writing lots and lots of song lyrics, and I decided to create an entirely different story for those songs entitled The Songwriting Notebook of Thomas Welsh.

I eventually plan on whittling down the best works into a small book of poems. If I can combine this work with several others on the site, I may have something published.

updated Jan 8 by Bartimaeus