Morning In Paris

An empty subway
With quiet streets above
Not a soul has stirred
And they will remain unruffled

Until the sun drifts
Its light fingers over
The Louvre
And glisten through
Notre Dame

Now
Even the swift Sienne
Lies dormant

It will not take long
Until the subways
Rumble
The streets
Bustle
And Notre Dame’s
Bells toll

But in the morning
The very soul of Paris
Is still