It's May

I walked from heaven all the way to Montreal, now I wish I could walk back. Early morning on Place Jacques Cartier, golden sunshine in my cup. I wish they would bring me some coffee.

One afternoon I saw Jesus on the river here, he looked really really happy.

One afternoon I met the ghost of an old lover, drinking wine in Cafe Iroquois.

One starry night on Ile Notre Dame, I got lost in her eyes and I never recovered.

Easter Morning

I remember you in the rising light of the sun on Easter morning, sitting cross legged on a trash can with the silliest smile on your face. And the sun lit up your hair, but your eyes were still looking at the moon. And that night we slow danced to soft music on the stereo, lit by the blue light of the candle you gave me.



And all that time is behind us now, all those oceans we swam, all those hills we climbed.