The river was a dark serpent in a golden web ...

The small plane carried me above the city of canals - 

Below me, musicians played saxophones in the Vondelpark -

Poets gathered in coffee houses - 

Clocks ticked in beautiful rooms - 

Windows were thrown open to the warm night - 

Above the sea, I saw clouds reddened by the sunset - 

I looked down upon London like Damiel in Wings of Desire - 

The river was a dark serpent in a golden web - 

The thoughts of those below me rose up like fragile birds - 

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Friday 26 August 2016

Above London