Calls a darkness it names lover
And it shimmers on the Seine
Waiting for an eye
To catch her wisp of longing
Her shock of recognizing
As ancient as the Seine
Flowing to the sky
So much her mirror revealed
The more she kept it concealed
Just a face in the Seine
Transfixing eyeless green
She knows the deeper secrets
And keeps them 'til he gets near
They spill along the Seine
She wanted to be seen
The places she could take him
If he only could recall them
The vapor above the Seine
To aetherize the real
He'd chase it all the way
Until the thing she loved was stayed
Unlike the changing Seine
That can't stop how it feels
The cafes fill with candles
Fresh lovers to light up the lamps
That glow across the Seine
And move along always
It was his own illusion
That heave that he was nursing
On his own private Seine —
He could not look away
