London Spirits

walkin' along the road
with a head full o' merry
so easy to see a sight
that simply takes my breath away
who thought of doing that
and where did they get the
skills to accomplish it from?
ever circling mysteries
o' speculation that burrow into
the ground till they hit the
foundations of structures that
lived an' breathed an' reached
to the sky so many years ago
it is difficult to appreciate
and fully understand the dawns
those people must have seen when
it was a fine day and the flags
were flyin' in the sweet air,
their expectations that for some
must have transfromed into expediations
and the mighty risks of sailing out
onto the great seas an' not returnin',
all those contemplations of navigation
must have been born an' grown here
at some place in time,
an' now, like an idiot drunk on
apples, I walk in their half-glimpse
shadows, tastin' their elevation.