A hurricane has hit.
London is a-fly with leaves and debris.
Congregating are those in fear,
consoling others who might have shed more than tears.
Worldly possessions free me from your hold,
allow my life to rein,
and strength of will and resolve.
Let me view my moments
as one would a flash before they choose
as one might view a fleeting kiss
wrapped in the emotion of a whirlwind night.