keys of the seine by bella cicero summer at the seine by bella cicero

summer at the seine by bella cicero

keys of the

by bella cicero

I tossed my key into the Seine, As throngs of people passed me by. I watched my shiny silver key Touch the water with a sigh. If I could reach into the depths Beneath these waters blue and clear, I’d pull up countless handfuls Of others’ keys tossed o’er the years. Each key that rests beneath the Seine Peacefully in its watery bed, Possesses a power all its own To open a lock far overhead. Upon the bridge above the Seine, Always in their steadfast hold, Forever fastened to the rail, Are the bridge’s locks, silver, gold. Keys of the Seine have long lost twins. Their sisters live in distant lands. As far off as the seven seas, They stay in cities, small and grand. The people to whom the keys belong, Are likewise scattered o’re the globe. They all speak different languages, But each across the bridge have strode. Their locks remain upon the rail, One of their keys beneath the Seine, The other in their native land. The travelers, too, go home again. Never will the locks be opened, Never will the keys f u l f i l l Their purpose on the bridge o’er head, For underwater, they are still. One of my keys sleeps in the Seine, The other in my bedroom. My lock, still sealed upon the rail, ‘Till I return there someday soon. A home to many hundred locks, The bridge atop the river Seine, Possesses the secrets, the promises, Of trav’lers young and old and dead. Though time continues passing, And seasons ravage the silver and gold, And the owners live their far off lives, The keys and locks remain, strong and bold.