Here we stand, upon jet black sands:
the waves keep time with the fragile throbs...

The wind floats far from it's resting place
in search of warmth to rise again...

"Come all, come here, I've something to...
The night bird sings by the fair gates of hell...

Would time remember me
if I stood right by the horizon...

The leaves are falling and the clouds hold rain.
The graves are calling each other's names...

News falls nigh upon deafened ears
of a messenger sent by apparition...

A train ride home from the city calls on many...
Sydney is a big place and too busy for dreams...

We sit here in silence
watching the crows fly high...

Dreaming
Look away...

Gaze upon the starry sky.
Find me a reason to pass you by...

Five "Tea"s do I count,
but "Coffee"s only three...

Give an inch, take a mile,
deceived by lowly banter...