Notting Hill

Though I was ten days in isolation I won't hesitate to paint the scene Up at Notting Hill, the gate was open Down by Holland Park, the lights were green At Edgware Road, I was going to meet another World lines and relativity Predictably, I bend to thee and call it special A word you wear quite voluntarily Like the leaves that brush the buses in the summer Branches on my birth year, 94, Up at Notting Hill, I promised nothing Down by Holland Park, I promised more Meet me in the evenings and the mornings The corners and the turnings of my life Days before the hailstones came raining All is blowing over, you replied On the landing, we were filled with the sweetest chrism Hedonism could provide Clandestiny to be, I asked of thee your digits Didn't ask a second time Left with all I had and my dad's warning Left the city for the countryside Still, I built a road, no Roman crow-line Bending like a bowline, arrows travel wide Astral, whether logical or gnomic Earthly, whether fortunate or flawed Up at Notting Hill, you might have known it Down by Holland Park, you knew for sure Down by Holland Park, you knew for sure