Twilight settled over the cobble-stone street
As two lovers at Maraise’ café dared meet,
She performed a curtsey, in her coral blue day-dress
He a sweeping bow attired in his finest no less.
The crystal chandelier emitted a soft amber glow
Candles burned in wall sconces and violins played low,
She fanned her face demurely, daring to meet his eyes
He smiled at her wanly, a wolf in sheep’s disguise.
The waiter produced two menus featuring the ‘piece de resistance’
Which was comprised of nothing short of the finest sustenance,
Beyond the window to the right a moonlit river flowed where through
Silken scallop-edged draperies, the strands of time were slowed. Continue reading →