The Wind Chimes Of Jermyns Road

On empty windy nights...
I walk under the burning honey street lamps of Jermyns Road
I can hear wind chimes...
The only competing sound is the gentle howl
I can hear every single light, bright, crystal vibration, every chime,
that forms a blanket of soft fingers that takes me somewhere.
I don't know where, but it takes me.
It takes me there.

When you return

13.10.2012 (edited/polished today)

When you return
I want to tell you how I've missed you
I want to tell you I feel you're the only one I can talk to here
I want to tell you that I miss your playfulness
and your moments of depth
I want to tell you how I've been longing for you to return
I want to tell you that I want to cheer you up and keep you warm
I want to tell you so many things

Yet...

When you return
I'll flash you a smile