III. Always

The hill stretched far above the skyline of concrete and glass And the silhouette of the city was outlined on the horizon I traipsed through the long grass and came to an edge The sky opening up before me as it blew up in streaks of orange and pink You could almost even see the stars tonight A blissful sky broken only by the dim, distant glow of the north circular Quiet suburbia was slashed in half by Westway billboards and the Wembley arch That day, I felt so close to the heavens that I could almost touch them You were long gone but your presence still remained It was a beautiful day.