Sweeping back the years
To when we were still kids
The landscape lay
Before us
Exploding dustbin lids
The hope of 20 summers
The embrace of time to come
The warmth of July nights
The beat of life’s lone drum
Sweet Jayne
Nostalgia lights the darkness
I am here and you are gone
The reality lies
Before me
Finding my way home
The chill of 60 winters
The memory of time gone by
The scent of damp November
The emptiness of the sky
Sweet Jayne