In Seel Street 1984

such reverie that takes me back
to when the river dressed in black
and shadows dark upon the towers
were background for my youthful hours
but oh what sounds and sights were there
dancing in the winter’s air
guitars, and bars and silver girls
within this pool of life awhirl
we posed and danced and sang the night
intoxicated by the lights
hard shone these punctuated stars
o’er dawns so near, but now so far.