I’ve mostly been ill this past week
Confined in bed and home sick
All day the jacaranda flowers shed
And Old and new scents burst up to perfume the wind.
Thoughts of drinking recklessly are always on my head
Weak and in great discomfort, my mind stray unbound.
Like a dream time has passed so fast
And as you are always in my heart, I sit and wait patiently for my guest.