The glint of the bridge had gripped me
A sight so underwhelming yet iconic
A millennium at cost
A sway not lost to the bubble man
As he went about his day
And on I stepped
A path so quaint on a lead to the
Almighty modern
The Tate
As she stood before me
Her statues guarding all
Stunned not to move
Till the golden florin fell
I too fell
In love
Such a picture of an age
Boldness in its making
Daunting of its size
Beauty in its holding
Modern meets the
Master
Inside my breath is still there
Stolen
Taken for ever in its raw
Left in a trail forever
Awaiting my return
From floor to floor I swayed
Drunk in my stagger
Salivation stole my lips
The drooling was lost
For before
I had been blind
Now I would see
The world became me
And I became the ocean
Taking all that washed me over
Nothing was ever going to be the same
For I was in love
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
The glint of the bridge had gripped me
A sight so underwhelming yet iconic
A millennium at cost
A sway not lost to the bubble man
As he went about his day
And on I stepped
A path so quaint on a lead to the
Almighty modern
The Tate
As she stood before me
Her statues guarding all
Stunned not to move
Till the golden florin fell
I too fell
In love
Such a picture of an age
Boldness in its making
Daunting of its size
Beauty in its holding
Modern meets the
Master
Inside my breath is still there
Stolen
Taken for ever in its raw
Left in a trail forever
Awaiting my return
From floor to floor I swayed
Drunk in my stagger
Salivation stole my lips
The drooling was lost
For before
I had been blind
Now I would see
The world became me
And I became the ocean
Taking all that washed me over
Nothing was ever going to be the same
For I was in love
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