The river wrestles on with
light-bulb's furrow
and the iron song of the evening
bathing the air in life.
I feel London's homeward
beating
hearts.

The summer moon is a dim lamp
as we walk from Kew Bridge to yours.

Though the quiet
hangs off you so unnaturally.
It's rattled your breath,
left your mind to move on silence.

I also know how world can be too much,
but unlike you I cope with my words,
that I use as photographs
of times when when I felt
there were feelings worth remembering.

still we walk and
I think of the Thames as a
great, grey, mother of us.
How it forged what we have,
set in motion our hearts.

What spills from your mind
when you cant scream and cant cry.
What do you have without words?

I want you to have me -
because you are the words.
That I write everyday.
And the reason that makes me
want to remember
that I'm feeling this way.