Still Burning

A friend was telling me, little sweetheart, about a dream she had looking out the window of a plane and seeing me on the ground as she flew into Heathrow. I like seeing London from the plane, too. One time, it turned out to be just before I met you, my darling, and  - although I didn't know it yet - on what was quite near your birthday, I flew into Heathrow at night and could see fires burning everywhere. Like little campfires all across London and then fireworks. It was Guy Fawkes night. Very auspicious for the imminent entrance of the little redheaded flame - you, my angel - who was about to consume my life...