How is it, when I see your face
Under the spotlights telltale glare...

Look at me.
No, really see...

In winters tightening grip we face
these dull, grey days in lassitude and...

At dark of night she stood in wait
Repayment for...

So she's back on the scene and I see in her face
that she means to take back all the love I've...

Why did I go to war mum?
Why did I ride away...

I once held love within a grasp
so tender as to leave no bruise...

Gripped fast in tides swell
and unable to break free...

Tumbling wave swept notions crash through realism
to spill into humdrum normality...

Pedestal flame I raised you far too high
Unreachable amongst the stars above...

Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air...

Unhoused and unnamed,
Smothered by damp grey gauze fume...