dear london skies

dear london skies

you watch her jet black curls of hair

playing with the wind

and you see her eyes smile

while

they see things 

that people chance to miss;

dear london skies

you see her skip along

the frozen streets;

her quiet giggles seep

into the snow;

her jacket warms her and she

warms it 

dear london skies

do you break down 

with tears and rain and snow

because you think

while her paper boats sink

(into the puddles) how

she'd make a beautiful

rainbow