Passion
Is the passion
Rarely heard and like a bird.
She flies fast out of sight
You see she is my aeipathy
Morning noon and night
Like a ghost with the most
Her shadow is a whisper
I’ve dreamed, it seems
And in my heart, I missed her
Passion is the fashion
Propriety and protocol
Ring me quickly, on Facetime
I’m waiting for your call
Is Laurent in London
Or lurking round nearby
Babe, don’t tease, or I might sneeze
Baby bye, bye, bye
Passion can be poison
Or the pepper in the sauce
Repeat ten times aeipathy
Then one more time of course
In the land down under
The sun is on her way
A shining sign in August
A New Australian day
It’s very nearly six o clock.
Dawn glimmers in the sky
It feels like spring; a time to sing
O me, o me, o my
When you’re back, the men in black
Will dress down to the flesh
In aeipathy, the rhapsody
Will soothe, salve, and then refresh
©
David Rudder
2023
