NERVAL'S PASSING
(1808-1855)

The quarter moon
is shaped for you
in the loft
a Romantic curtain
draped in soft black
concealing your daydreams
from repentance
in the rants from a decadent era
of the "Fleurs Du Mal"
in the underground of Paris
breaking a red wine glass
after returning
from lines at the opera house
awakening to a sound
of Rossini's ''Guillaume Tell"
a funeral passes by it seems
unnoticed in a concierge of love
no one is embarrassed Nerval
we waited for your arrival.