Two familiar strangers
caught in storm
snow fell heavily
she was young
so was he

wild at heart
she was inside
her mask of
innocence she wore
standing at the door


opposites attract
inside both we were
she could wear
the barbary coast
and her flaming hair


now in the snowdrift
caught we were
and all that
was in her
could burst
were it not cold


you need to find
the wicked side
i can do that for you
in conversations
gone before


and now
we stood
not knowing
not showing
but eyes
looked on
and deep
as was the snow
and before
a word could come
the van had come
for us to go
to our seperate homes
i left her
as the van drew off
she looked at me
and i knew
she could have done
what she had said
but never did..