Painting Paris

In and out with the ebb and flow
not knowing where or to what we know not,
but we move irrespective of destinations which wait to unfold,
we go and get old until we get older and some smart alec up there says,
I could have toldya, it’s all in the stars

But I think of you and the stars fade
the distance between us narrows
and suddenly
I’m made conscious of what it’s all
about.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.