While The London Eye Sleeps

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While the London Eye Sleeps
I chase the nascent lights in my nightly wanderings
From dew point to the point of dawn 
From the Mayfair maze to Southbank and Tower Bridge
HMS Belfast a sleeping warrior no longer fights the tides
Over Tower Bridge the last drawbridge before the sea
On the road to the Tower of London’s pain chambers
But no more screams or pleas
We now torture from home
Darkness undresses the city from blue to purple
It all ends in shades of pink
Photos and Ramblings by Hugh Ardoin