Kissing Tree
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Staring at the painting in the corner of the garden
I remember being here with you
Underneath a woven roof
Of latticed wood and ivy
And the hissing summer leaves
I was twelve and you thirteen
We called this place kissing tree
Remember how we found them
The painting of the angels?
They were put out for the garbage man
With folded wings and holding hands
And in a darkened corner of
A garden by the sea
We made for them a canopy
Of latticed wood and summer leaves
Kissing tree...
Resting in the feeling of my hand inside the Earth
And I see ghosts inside the greenery
Endless shifting scenery
Of dancing light upon the rising shadows on the leaves
I remember vividly the angels and the kissing tree
On the day we found them, the painting of the angels
There was broken glass along the shore
From the rains the night before
And in your mother's garden as
We lay upon the leaves...
I was twelve and you thirteen
Underneath the kissing tree
Kissing tree...
Staring at the painting in the corner of the garden
I remember being here with you
Underneath a woven roof
Of latticed wood and ivy
And the hissing summer leaves
I remember vividly
The angels and the kissing tree
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