you remember that day in paris
when we wandered through the rain
and promised to each other
that we'd always think the same
and dreamed that dream
to be two souls as one

and stopped just as the sun set
and waited for the night
outside a glittering building
of glittering glass and burning light...

and in the road before us
stood a weary greyish man
who held a child upon his back
a small boy by the hand
the three of them were dressed in rags
and thinner than air
and all six eyes stared fixedly on you

the father's eyes said "beautiful!
how beautiful you are!"
the boy's eyes said
"how beautiful!
she shimmers like a star!"
the child's eyes uttered nothing
but a mute and utter joy
and filled my heart with shame for us
at the way we are