through the somber solitude, across the covert crowd

up in the white sky, shudders a tiny dark cloud

like a lost memory that have been found

of one day that came, but did not stick around

since many nights have passed, left you surround

and hesitation unraveled resolutely to the bound

slid on top of the roof, dove back to the ground

as a billowy surge would, from the vast profound

whilst laughing harmonies in grey silently out loud

uncertain fate of 99 pence awaiting destiny of a pound

a flame incandescently walks an epiphany into the mind

conveying; " eventually we’ll be there, safe and sound “