Cracks of light
Stones of height
Laid from the deep
Steam in flight
On a wing-less night
Lashed out on the heath
Ruined wall
Now not so tall
Remnant of time
Back we go
Forward through snow
Alone I file
Across a moonlight mile
Love is just a memory
In a land of broken smiles
By Sam Fawcett
Parisian Poetry 