Often when I am sad I will find a maple tree.

One afternoon, when you broke my heart for the first time,
I found a maple tree which I could look at forever.
The Comfort Maple, home sweet home.

For the next ten years I found myself running to this maple.

One morning, when I had awoke at dawn, I sat under the tree.
I found an apricot - colored leaf sitting about two feet away.
I held it towards my heart, home sweet home.

When I woke up that Saturday morning, something was odd.
I saw you at the foot of my bed, in tears.
You were leaving me, oh, oh no.

I decided never to visit home again, because home reminded me of you.
I walked by everyday, shame in my heart.
Wherever you were, I wished I could go.

Thirty years later, I learned to write.

I learned to write thanks to the Comfort Maple.
I began to visit daily, writing my heart onto a leaf of paper.
Wherever you were, my heart left to find you.

When I heard the news you had passed, my old hands began to shake.
I was living without you, but now I actually had to.
I started to believe that you live on; you are a poem that breathes.

You can no longer knock at the door
of your paradise lost
bliss you forfeited
now you are tossed

into the oblivion
of limbo
there's no light to lead you
and you don't know where to go.

Here is the abyss
of the darkest of the dark
worse than the ship-wrecked
not even the weakest spark

of hope will appear to console
none will hear your lament
banished from the golden land
in this wretched pit all your years will be spent.

Love is bereft ---abandoned by the heartless
    cry not, nor lament--none is around to listen
     sorrows of the broken heart
    are never assuaged by reason
    
   ..ah ! when would love
  its splendour once more  glisten?
  my pillow I #bite this sombre night
  in tears--I never knew love was such a prison.

Maples in red and deep yellow
It's end of Australian autumn
Birds fly to warmer skies
Nights are sombre and solemn.

I look through the window
Waiting for your quick return--all I hear
Is but the faint rustling of leaves
And the wailing of the wind--where are you, my sweetest dear?

I always stay safe within the law
Would really be worried if outside the law
But that which tyrannises*  and irks me most is this 'law'-
My mother-in-law.

I saw your name growing in the trees
Light peaking through the canopy
Roots digging deeply into me
Flowers that were once merely seeds

I feel the grief
Of a falling leaf
A forest floor
and forgotten love

I heard my yearning spoken by ferns
Poetical lines grasping like vines
Enthralling as the pollen
Flowers that were once merely seeds

I see the end
In a broken limb
I feel the grief
Of a falling leaf

Your more beautiful than nature to me
Its only natural
That when this concrete jungle grows around me
I'll miss you

Ive often dreamt me
Like the man on TV
Singing Riders on the Storm.
Or the man in the ring
Dancing and punching
Make you wish youd never been born
And im not certain how,
but the time has come now
I look the mirror in the eye and ask why.
Living life for a strangers eyes.

I could just live for me.
But nobody would see.
Ah but who really cares!?
It may sound unkind
But leave all behind,
And trek alone through the woods in the bare.
Alone to the woods in the bare.
An actor out alone need'nt care