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...

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

That old confusion
Has struck again...

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

In the vessel of my wife,
The makings of another life...

I locked away all those things,
That reminded me that love has wings...

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

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

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...

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