London Nights

In a far off dream in passion soaked,
My Quietude stalks riverboat
Silences her horn.

Thoughts
Like words in London,
Born from empty mouths.

Walk on
To a lifeless void
That calls,
Whilst a home of cardboard
Walls is stirred, and
Shaken by the wind,

Whose gusts with city dust
Carry fluted melodies
From Street Musician
Into a tired day.
Slowly, sobbing sounds dissolve
In sweeping rain.
Lingering pangs of music lost
In thundering train.

Cringing dogs whine
Where the people
Pass by.