Raven-haired beauty,
Your grief is your own
As you walk down the street alone

No move do you make to draw attention
No hint of the storms of sorrow
Except for those traitorous tears
Glistening in the street light

Dark-eyed beauty
Your grief is your own
As you walk down the street alone

I see you as you pass by
Glimpse, invade and burn
That private moment, I regret
My tresspass, witness to your secret

Olive-skinned beauty
Your grief is your own
As you walk down the street alone

9 December 2007