swirls of blue that can cover every emotion over our heads
there are deep, proud blues that keep your head high when you wear them and mean that you actually smile when meeting that common enemy that is your passing reflection
that common enemy which often haunts you on the sides of buses and hides in shop windows in plain view.
there are misty blues that I see, and with it the smell of salt in the air and the tenderness of your skin the soreness of your exposed shoulders when you put on a t-shirt after breathing in the sun all day.
then, there are greys, the appeal of an oncoming storm beckoning to you like beautiful merpeople singing songs to your soul, grey is the colour of their gravestone tides.
I can see home infront of my eyes
no I don't see the greys the blues in the skies no I'm not confined by London anymore
I can see home in front of my eyes and home is wherever I see yours.