Portobello

Portobello Road in west London, England. 

Market in mid July.

Between Golborne Road and Westbourne Grove.

Give me Portobello

 

I shot the moon

And now feel the color blue

I said ‘ I love you’

I shot the moon.

 

Give me Portobello

So I can find my way to Notting Hill Gate

So I can escape your mode of  ’deliberate’

 

I shot the moon

And now feel the color blue

I said ‘ I love you’

I shot the moon.

 

You are my wine and honey.

You burn me with all your sweetness

You asked me how I knew

And to you I said that I saw you

In Milan, Venice, and Torino

On all the dusty trains

I wrote you letters and cried when it rained

 How I missed you so. It’s how I knew.

You are my four seasons

I have one hundred and ninety three reasons

 

Give me Portobello

To distract me from your doubt

To heal me from what I had to say out loud

I love, I love, I love you

Forgive me for catching my breath

I just had to without your consent

I mean true with the courage I didn’t know I possessed

Without regard for what you could or could not express

 

 

So give me Portobello Road. Give me this.

To rid my blue and the smoke left

From shooting the moon

After all, I love you