In the London fog she walks like light <br />Light as soft as the lofty stars <br />Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships <br />Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere <br />She sounds the bells of destiny <br />Oscar Wilde with a black cane <br />Morose of Byron <br />Her arms are blue opium alleys <br />Her kiss the ice of a pirates treasure <br /> <br />I move toward her <br />Chills of nights silk <br />We will never grow old <br />Back to our graves we must go <br />Our bed is the ancient mariner <br />Under the North Sea lovers laugh <br />Wales moans like Dylan Thomas <br />We have raged against the night <br />The fog of London is my delight<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/london-fog-3/
