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Sunday, August 30, 2009
"Etienne, the song on your lips is like the one in my heart,
Let me walk gaily at your side this night,
Night's radiance above, my heart's beat is soft,
My lips are sweet, but you may not try them,
Not yet, new met gentlemen,
But hope on one day my friend, who knows?"
Etienne laughed and said, "your wish Princess, is my command." Starlight walked by him cooly and at ease, thinking, 'he is pleasant, not bad.' Etienne was thinking, 'should I tell her I think she is a goddess? Hmm, not yet, probably tommorrow. Wait, how do I make sure to see her again.' It seemed as if his life hung on that question. Out loud he said, "Starlight, where do you live?" She replied without looking at him and with a bemused expression, "at home, of course."
Etienne and Starlight came to where they made their way at the Concorde near the Pont de la Concorde over to overlooking the abutting of the Port des Champs-Élysées and the Port de la Concorde at the River. Looking across to the Voi sur Berge Rive Gauche, Starlight remarked, "busy and lonely at the same time, lights and dark ... much like the lives of many people, do you think, Etienne?" He said, "well I think the St-Michel bridge and Notre-Dame is more scenic and that is the heart of the Latin Quarter of course, but you are right, you express it truly." She smiled and they stood side by side silently for a while. She thought to herself, 'he is calm, good.' Etienne said, "Starlight, shall we to the Blvd du Palais and there to the Pont St-Michel, it is not far." She nodded and said, "not far, we have all night, hmm, ha ha." She gave him her address as they walked. He was at ease. They strolled and once in a while their hands brushed ever so slightly. Neither minded, and the night was beautiful.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
"Etienne Phillipe Duquesne, a rather vivid, but elegant name sir," she said supressing a smile. Does it have a meaning?
"I understand it means Crown - Lover of Horses - and the last is a name dating from either the Fronde and or a French Naval Officer, so I suppose it means a lover of crowned French Navy horses. She laughed, thinking 'at least he doesn't take himself too seriously.'
"Do they call you anything, simply," she asked.
He said, "You could call me 'Tienne.'" She laughed again, this time at the pun. "I hardly know you, sir. How do you say, "call me yours? How could I call you mine, we are strangers. I think Etienne is fine."
"And yours," he inquired?
"Marie Devereux," she replied with just a hink of coy in her voice, "just say Marie."
"And you will, when I just say...?"
"No silly, my name, call me 'Marie'"
"La lumière des étoiles est belle ce soir," he said. "Oui," she agreed.
"Maybe I will call you Starlight?" he said looking at her gently. She said, "um yes, why not? Marie Starlight Devereux." No princess, he said, "just 'Starlight'." "Oh, just say Starlight and what sir?" she teased.
"Then it is settled, Etienne and Starlight for a walk tonight, eh?" he said.
No she winked, "Starlight and Etienne. What are you Etienne?"
He smiled, "a troubador and poet and your servant, Mademoiselle."
They sauntered comfortably along the Avenue des Champs-Élysées...
He sang softly a poem to her as they walked,
"Starlight above, sweet and soft,
Light the path of Starlight here below,
Grant her heaven's blessings, and sing my heart
Of soft presence of her sweetness,
And radiance of joy and kind spirit...
Walk with me Starlight and tell me tales,
And I to you will sing songs of affection's gentle nuance."
[to be continued]