for Debbie

Another year has turned and almost another month
this year 2011;
Our lives turn to bony ash,
we all must wear a mask.

The sun sets on a humid Sydney day,
I sit here still wondering, searching for what I am not sure;
except that I know what is true endures.

I also know how grief can twist the mind so that it turns in upon itself,
it crumbles and you see only
what you want it to see.

I feel your are still with me,
you are my only Muse;
You died 6 years 7 months ago
yet I know you are still with me,
and guide me
my light in a dark place,
my only Muse,
my heart tells me so.