London Dreams
She has collapsed
into the dark night,
my own Lady Diana.
I stare at her
cascading complexion,
caressing the features
that her mother carved
like a Michelangelo masterpiece.
Stevie Wonder fills my head:
I just called to say
I Love You. The chorus
echoes softly in my ears,
as I dream of London lights
illuminating the traffic of our hearts.
