la liberté de l’art

under the bridge at mirabeau
the seine is moving with all our love
and remembrance of joy
that flows into the well of pain

the church bells are ringing
and i am still alive

hand in hand, we remain, face to face
while underneath our arms
a cold river is rushing
and eternity flows

and like the water, love goes
it goes as life is slow
and hope is crushing
violent and strong

days pass, weeks go by
but neither lost time
nor lost loves return
but the seine comes around:
water under the bridge, you say...

the church bells are ringing midnight
but look, i survive



{-with apologies to guillaume apollinaire-}