by Richard Vince

There is still light in the
Western sky as I head south
As I have done so many
Times now.

By the time I reach it,
The capital will be a
Galaxy of man made stars,
Spiralling in imperceptible
Interweaving patterns.

I have known the city for
Most of my life, but still
I cannot decide how I feel
About it. Today, I love it
As a means to an end;
As a particularly interesting
Part of the journey to
The brightest star on Earth.

Perhaps it is merely the fact
That I will not be there
Sufficiently long to tire of it
That makes this love
Possible. I know I could
Never live there.

Or maybe it is the way
I am made to make the best
Of every situation; to look for
The beauty in everything
Around me. I know it is
There, and I will find it.


Posted on 04/13/2009
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/09 at 06:29 PM

That sounds like a great journey, and I'd say you brought it to striking life here.

Posted by George Hoerner on 04/13/09 at 06:29 PM

And that London town is lovely as the words in this poem. How I'd love to walk those streets, ride the undergrounds, listen to those rambling in Hyde Park. Ah, memories!

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/13/09 at 06:33 PM

...you must be that guy i passed a second ago, i wondered why we were going the same direction--with the same thoughts in mind...well said, well written.

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