Primrose Hill

A view from the top

Meet me here
when the city is awake in its golden gleam

As we race to the top
the red on our faces glow.
On drawing breaths we catch a glimmer of a small lake beneath.

A pearl of sweat glistens
down through the lines around our eyes

Glints of the sun sting,
our eyes gleam and yours even twinkle
We see our wishes still glide above
Some yesteryear dreams are wheeling;
a sparkle in our eyes,
a euphoric in the minds

Not until the daylight is simmering do we race down the hill
with our baggage,
a sheen of silver hair
and the glitz of the journeys each of us have chosen

Meet me towards the end
And our reunion is complete

A glorious sunset at Primrose Hill

For those who love this London’s hill