I wish I knew what was in your heart,
A window through which I could gaze...

(In the forgotten amber,
Lying still in golden peace...

Each night I sit by the window sill,
My gaze on the road that leads to our door...

So easy to cross convention’s line,
To slip a little further down...

My heart is a jigsaw, many pieces,
Hope and pain and secret wishes...

That old confusion
Has struck again...

Autumn in Sydney is incongruous, discreet
As trees shed their burden to the breeze...

I thought loneliness would eat me hollow,
Empty as a brittle shell...

The journey we took was overlong,
And the kids you know, weren’t very strong...

We dance around the instinct
That is every mortal’s fire...

When she burnt her bridges, she
Scattered the ash...

And so it came upon me,
to cast all things aside...