Solitary Chronicles

    The streets were burning with midnight passion,
And the smoke clouded a star gazing night.
        I walked alone down a dimly lit alley way,
Much alike many before,
                      And yet I stopped abruptly,
Because I had suddenly realized where I was.
      An old shop keeper leaned out her window,
Green eyes penetrated mine, almost asking,
      "Etes-vous perdu?"
I knew that I was, more than ever before,
      But how could I truley be lost,
                       If I have no where to go?