There was once a time

There was once a time
When I would look forward
To Friday nights
And finishing work
To drive back
To my hometown
For the weekend
To catch up with
All my old friends
At the local pub.

There was once a time
When he would
Be waiting for me there
And looking so pretty
That all I wanted to do
Was hold him
And kiss him
All night long.

There was once a time
When we would dance
The house down
As the band
Rocked out covers of
Chisel, Dragon and the Angels
Until the pub closed
And we were out on the street
In the early hours
Of the morning.

There was once a time
When we would walk
Slowly hand in hand
While the guys
Raced ahead doing
Crazy things and
Looking for fights
With the out of towners.

There was once a time
When we would wander
Down to the creek
And make sweet love
Under the willow trees
And hold each other
Until the pearly sky
Lighted our way home.

There was once a time
When I would cry
As he kissed me goodbye
And our fingertips
Ached for one last touch
Until it was time
For me to go.

There was once a time
When I would wake
On Monday mornings
And look forward
To Friday night
And the weekend ahead.

Maybe tomorrow

I know you’re out there,
Running around,
Living your own life,
I catch glimpses of you,
Every now and then,
Hurrying across the street,
Your back to me,
Eyes on the ground,
As I raise a hand
To say hello,
But you don’t see me,
Too far away I guess,
Too much on your mind
To spare a thought
For someone you once knew.

So I turn away,
Wiping the dust from my eyes,
Watching my footsteps,
Thinking about the space
Between us,
The distance
From your pillow to mine,
And the language
I was speaking
That you couldn’t understand
As I reached out
To touch your back.

Maybe tomorrow
You will look up
Before hurrying across the street,
And give me a smile,
Or a wave,
Or stop to say hello.

Some things I can’t remember

I was thinking about
That little house we lived in
When we were first married,
My mind wandering,
Lingering from room to room.
I can remember the lounge room,
And the nights we would
Start out watching a movie
And end up kissing on the lounge
Until the final credits,
But I can’t remember
What happened
In the dining room.
I can remember cooking
Together in the kitchen
When you couldn’t keep
Your hands off me
As I stood at the sink,
But I can’t remember
What happened
In the dining room.
I can remember taking
Long hot showers
With your soapy body
Pressed against mine
As the streaming water
Washed away your kisses,
But I can’t remember
What happened
In the dining room.
I can remember the soft light
Creeping through the curtains
Of our bedroom as you
Made love to me again
And again and again,
But I can’t remember
What happened
In the dining room.
Why was the dining room dark?
Why didn’t we open the curtains?
Why can’t I see inside?
If only I could remember
What happened
In the dining room
Then maybe
I would understand everything.

Oh why can’t I remember
What happened
In the dining room?

Under the southern cross

When the nights were hot,
We used to lay outside
On the grass in the backyard,
Gazing at the lights
Sparkling in the sky,
Watching for a shooting star
So that I could make a wish,
While you tried to teach
Me about the constellations,
But I preferred to think of
Them as fairy dust,
Each one holding
A special dream
As you put the stars
In my eyes
And the Southern Cross
In my heart,
With your whispered words
And gentle touch…

But I never did
Learn their names,
And the stars no longer
Seem as bright
As they were back then,
And while none of those wishes
Ever came true,
I still think of you
When I see the Southern Cross
Floating in the summer sky.


If it’s not too much to ask,
For Christmas this year
I would like
Someone to talk to,
Who will give me a hug
When I come home at night
And ask how my day was,
Who will share my
Secret thoughts,
Secret hopes,
Secret desires,
And wake me
In the morning
With a soft kiss,
Call me his angel,
Miss me so much
During the day
That he will ring
Just to say hello,
For no reason,
He is thinking of me,
Someone who will make
Me feel like I matter,
Like I’m important,
Like I exist,
Someone who will be there
For me when I am lost,
Or hurt,
Or hungry,
Or needy,
And will let me love him
Back with all my heart,
All my soul,
All my being.
So if it’s not too much to ask,
I will be looking under the tree
This Christmas
For that special present,
Maybe you will be there.

The river of life


I started out swimming in a shallow pool,
Before I got the courage to venture further downstream.
There were times when I was swept along
By a strong current with deep water underneath
And banks rushing by.
Parts of the river flowed more slowly
And there was time to idle
And enjoy the drooping willows
And rolling green paddocks.
Other times the river was shallow and rocky
And there were plenty of scrapes and knocks to avoid.
Along the river were numerous landmarks;
New paths venturing down to the water’s edge;
An occasional town lingering along the banks;
Roads that allowed others to hurry across the river
Without sharing its journey;
New streams that joined the river
And sometimes added greater depth.
At times the river’s path diverged
And required a choice in which direction to take.
Some of these new paths ended in a billabong or swamp
And some effort was required to get back to the flow of the river.
Mostly, the river twisted and turned
As it sought the best way to go.
The scenery changed as it rolled along,
Never content to remain in one place.
At the end of its journey
The river flowed into the sea and became a memory.

The princess

Cinderella is waiting for a train,
She’s given up on finding love again,
Tired of pina coladas in the rain,
And men who say they’ve never felt her pain,
She says she’s going to start her life again.
Whatever happened to the princess?
Can’t find a prince to rescue you,
Whatever happened to the princess?
Will she ever say ‘I do’?
Rapunzel’s sitting in her tower alone,
Hoping someone calls her on the phone,
She knows she’ll never get a lover’s stone,
It’s been so long since she even brought one home,
The years go by and still she’s on her own.

Whatever happened to the princess?
Can’t find a prince to rescue you,
Whatever happened to the princess?
Will she ever say ‘I do’?

When Ariel swam under the sea,
She always dreamt of who she’d turn out to be,
Living a life where dreams come true for free,
But dreams give way to cruel reality,
It seems like they were never meant to be.

Whatever happened to the princess?
Can’t find a prince to rescue you,
Whatever happened to the princess?
Will she ever say ‘I do’?

The next chapter

I have a hole in my soul.
It used to be filled by someone special,
But they no longer exist.
I sometimes wonder if they ever existed,
Or was it just my mind playing tricks on me?
Wishful thinking, or a clever deceit –
Living out the paradox
That if love last forever
Then how can it wither away and die?
Or the terrible reality
That maybe it wasn’t love after all.

I was once married, but now I’m not.
I have been unmarried now for three years,
(can’t bring myself to use that other, ugly word).
Or do I count the year before that spent in limbo?
Or the time before that when I was married
But there was only one who felt that way?
It starts to become a bit blurry,

I have two wonderful children
That are the centre of my universe.
Life feels most normal when the kids are here.
We do things together like families should.
Fun things, mundane things,
Happy, sad, cranky things.
All part of day to day life.
Then there are the times when they are not here.
Sometimes it makes me feel like two people.

The morning after

With smoke haze
Hanging in the air,
The sun reluctantly
Rises with bloodshot
Eyes and surveys
The wreckage strewn
Across the landscape,
As empty beer bottles
Lay haphazardly
With lipstick smudged
Wine glasses where they
Had finally come to
Rest after dancing
Together all night,
While the radio plays
Softly in the corner,
Gently soothing
Pounding skulls,
As an effervescent
Berocca fizzes in a
Glass on the sink,
Promising to make
Up for the scene
Last night and the
Hasty words that lie
Discarded among the
Dirty dishes.

The key

It was only a mile from
One end of town to the other.
The railway line ran around
The north end of town
And I walked coming back
From my girlfriend’s house.
We were always outsiders,
But we had each other
And it didn’t matter if
The nights were cold and frosty
As long as we could talk
And walk for hours or sit
By the creek holding hands.
I couldn’t wait to get out
Of town and knew I was going
To be somebody one day.
Sometimes I’d go for long rides
Out of town, past the saleyards,
The wheat silos, the old convent,
To the top of Demondrille Hill
And back just to feel the wind
And the freedom of the road.
I hadn’t yet found my music
Or my songs or the key but
I knew they were out there.