…and as the low mist descends over Tower Bridge
and the water we know runs fast and strong
we think of a London lost and gone.

Walking over tide, washing out of wonder, our time here left for ageing.
How easy to feel the ebbing, stood too close for comfort, one step, one jump, a lack of concertation.

Raise the barrier high, I have no want for defence.
Only a curiosity to meet the other side…