There was a midnight candor in our eyes
as we stood shaded and utterly glowing
bathed in the shadow of a Parisian giant
more glorious than Jack’s Beanstalk
twisting with steel and iron tendrils up towards heaven
and we were certain that once we climbed it
each night star would be another golden egg for the taking.

When we thought the air could hold no more magic
sparkles spilt above our dizzy heads
like the crackling energy of a thousand lovestruck hearts
or a million winking fireflies
we were seventeen years old
living our lives as if to stumble onto that exact moment
when the Eiffel Tower twinkled above us.

Our craned necks and parted lips drained our heads
and trickled life to our limbs
as we raced through throngs of tourists and merchants
late night strollers and laid back locals
to take it in from a distance
so that we could measure our futures against this one image
and feel as if we were a part of
every postcard and fairy tale moment
that was for once not beyond our reach.

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