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

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

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

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

Roaming the streets in dumped despair,
Reminders of you everywhere...

A velvet kiss upon my lips
And you blend into the night...

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

That old confusion
Has struck again...

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

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

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

While I sleep tonight...
Wrapped in your sweet embrace...