The traveller in me is yearning,
yearning,
again.
This time last year
we were preparing for my birthday trip
to France.
What I loved most about Paris
was the fact that in the middle of a very busy
and vibrant city there were parks.
Lots of them.
You could escape the noise
and bustle of the city
and find a seat to read your book.
While surrounded by beauty.
We lay on the grass and looked up at the sky
through the metal bars of the Eiffel tower.
We drank the most wonderful hot chocolate
from Angelinas where Coco Chanel
worked on her designs.
Walking home,
under the Parisian stars I sank,
beneath the surface of your skin.
And felt free.
Travelling heart,
please be still
