Longing for London

Longing for London

A Poem by black.butterfly

I still do vividly remember
the snows of London from that dream,
maybe a distant memory in December
flowing back in a constant stream.

In this other life we were musicians,
best friends performing all night.
So young with beautiful ambitions.
Beyond reach and out of sight.

When London was asleep,
we would laugh and drink the night away
sharing secrets to keep,
never minding what frosting winds say.

There we enjoyed nice wine.
There we never worried about a thing.
There life was truly, truly fine.
There we let our voices sing.

It is really all gone,
and here I am lying in my sheets,
with an untouched coffee at dawn
dreaming of walking down those streets.

© 2013 black.butterfly



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black.butterfly
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I realy enjoyed this poem. Great work and London is a beautiful city!:)

Posted 4 Years Ago


You describe an amazing place full of excitement, I like the directness of this, it evokes so much imagery

Posted 4 Years Ago


Black is black but its not real life, neither is its sex. SO its hard to feel sorrow when its over. Black is never a grip on life thats strong. But its an overwhelming presence. So one thinks: "it ought to be something!" Intensely feeling something is not living but one feels as if it ought to be living. SO its a dream on retrospect.

Posted 4 Years Ago


It's a beautiful London you're describing, and amazing times. You can really feel the nostalgic feeling in the lines of the poem. Nice write!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Your London is beautiful. An inviting dreamscape in which I enjoyed taking a stroll... Thank you for sharing!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Beautiful memories you have written..
I can feel the friendship and the belonging that you miss in this beautiful poem..

Good one!

Posted 4 Years Ago


this poem is really good. i love the vocabulary that you use in all of your poems. but i love how you put in this poem how you it and then now after your life progressed and you are no longer there that you want to relive your most happiest memories. you did a really great job on this one

Posted 4 Years Ago


like how it comes together, great job.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I enjoyed London. A lot things to do. I would understand missing the old city. I like your description. I have always like the night. The entertaining people appear with the fall of the sun into the west. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago



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