Bare feet landing
soft on wet grass
Whiff of winter
Autumn's last dance
The secret words
written on your back
Greenhouse glass
nettle stings tea shop
A rope on a tree
deathlike heat
Finding your face
in a crowd
I close my eyes
And suddenly
it takes me places
a treasury
At the door
to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
at a merry-go-round
Crackles and heartbeats
green gates
Wet castle walls
stiff nightmare feet
The scent of
fresh baked buns
at the door one more
Raindrops pounding
the bedroom roof
New sheets first wave of
Christmas mood
A walk in easy silence
I hear a tune
And suddenly
it takes me places
a gallery
At the door
to a heartache
I turn the key and arrive
at a merry-go-round
All the hurt
Every kindness shame
Every thrill of youth
down memory lane
A point of interest
on the map of me
All the hurt
Every kindness shame
Every thrill of youth
down memory lane
A point of interest
on the map of you
And suddenly
they take us places
to treasuries
At the door
to a heartache
We turn the key
and arrive
at a merry-go-round
And suddenly
they take us places
to galleries
At the door
to a heartache
We turn the key
and arrive
at a merry go round
And suddenly