This rain makes me think twice
Of green grass and first light
Those shores where my heart lies
All a dream on a cold night
And you were there with your black ink
Carving words into stone hills
Which would fall in the sea and sink
As the tigers move in for the kill
But by the time they find you
Already you’re far gone
Like the terror was your cue
And a new era is born
If eternal sleep has conquered all
When tomorrow knocks my door
Climb in through the window like old times
When we were five and four
Look through our childhood treasures
Take what truly belongs to you
And for good measure some of mine
To relive the memories all anew
The Thames had always been part of her fondest memories. Walking alongside it she often thought over the past; lost loves and broken promises. It gave her comfort to know that despite the absence of things she had wanted so much in life, the elements of nature would run their course by her side. They had her back.
She was young when she had to move away, and continue life far far away from the beauty of London. The rain falls and buildings had to be left behind along with all the memories she had made there. The town squares and the little star shaped ornaments her father often brought home on special occasions.
Years down the line, she has got on with her life. She met new people, started new prospects, and aged beyond her years.
Sometimes though, when life is particularly dreary and things seem to be falling out of place, she takes the night bus back to the city she loved most. It is still the same. The waters of Thames and the autumn leaves on the roads are exactly as she left them, so are the laughing faces at the windows of Victorian houses. She takes it all in and feels better.
It is only in these mid night dreams that she feels protected.
There were those days when
The sun wouldn’t lose all its shine
The talks by the Thames
And the Beauty of twilight, eternal and ever divine
I look back and see how, the world stopped to breathe
As, we journeyed on
And the stars watched, over us
Littering the skies, but now already gone
Saplings by the sidewalk
Now flowers in bloom
Pictures, on the walls
I gaze at the memories, hoping they’ll fade soon
For we all must carry on