I look up at the sky

I look up at the sky

Snow is falling

Flakes flutter down into my eyes

They sparkle in the melting

A magical feeling

One lands on the tip of your nose

And we laugh

The Shard looks like the Matterhorn

A mountain of glacial ice.

London is a romantic postcard

The ones that show a frozen river

A Dickensian scene

From the age of Queen Victoria

When Britain was a powerhouse

And nobody realised

How complicit they all were.

We all want to believe

We stand alone

Free-spirited and individualistic

Able to distinguish

One thing from another

It is human nature

So they say.

The next thought I have

Will always be of us together

I can hear you breathing

The air condenses as it rises

Up into the grey.

I remember how beautiful

It was to be young then

What a wonderful dream

It was to be loved.

If I was a believer

I would always hear you breathing

No matter how strange that might be.

It is always a comfort

And a wonderful thing

To wake up to.

Even with a chill in the air

It will always be spring

Soon to be summer.