It has
been commonly said, that
Life is
all about farewells
And about
learning to let things go.
However, as I watch London fade away
Into the
distance, full of those dreams
That I
yearn to make come true,
I realise
how wrong that statement is
And how
useless it proves to be,
When what
I am leaving behind me
Is what I recognise as life itself,
Burning down into
beautiful ashes
Of blue
and black and charcoal grey.
