My Sydney Fair

Fair Sydney air her alibi
Calm crept across the Bass Strait line
Touched down in Hobart, touched my heart
So swift impressions made

She spoke at thirty thousand feet
A jet star prop plane destiny
She captured more than my attention
Her eyes of caramel brown inviting

Her hands worth holding matrimony
I did not half expect to find
A cause worth leaving U.S. soil
So far behind, could she be mine?

Australia in the winter time
She warms my past beneath nipped sheets
My tender finch please let me shed
This skin that houses frequent faults

To journey round the world in search
Of sacredness I plunge Down Under
Caught between an Aussie queen
And knowing I must travel onward

Two souls entwined a sphere apart
I must not show my broken heart
She has her whole life set before her
I fancy she could fix my focus

The city sprawls amidst the walls
Of roaming hills and hollow streets
The sleepy sway of Sandy Bay
Faint winds that blow my cares away

Mezethes found down buried roads
A taste of Old World, Greek cuisine
Just north the city center
Salamanca hides Café Maldini

And as I sit with thoughts sagacious
Remembering the nights we shared
The waitress pours another cup
As I recall my Sydney fair.