The Jacaranda Tree

You'd come in You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, We'd play and fight, Knock my earth off its axis, Or as a cape winter wind, as I remember as a boy, Picturing you beneath the Jacaranda tree, When you were just twelve, Your brown hair hanging with tiny golden strands I'd press my nose into your hair And nothing had ever smelt so sweet, And I always thought I'd see your face again, baby.