nothing more than a softly folded piece of paper
pre/blank
awaiting your words
post/pen
nothing more than a softly folded piece of paper
pre/blank
awaiting your words
post/pen
the strangest thing happened whilst i was out there trying to find myself
i got lost
and stumbled blindly
upon you
step softly inside this little masked dream
quebec city with oysters, orange wine
windows rained out and hide the streets
light filters softly, orange light
warm, laptop, cellphone, heart
orange wine, orange light
kamouraska in november
has more than one horizon
all of them fainted
by the same darling mist
such a pretty autumn sadness
wrapped inside summers warm memories
if i had a thousand more years
a thousand blank sheets of paper
and a thousand new words
it would not be enough
to describe the thousand beautiful greys
that coat this eastern coast
she calls me on the phone from montreal as i roll through the hills of new brunswick
she tells me shes buying a slutty dress for tonight
that makes me proud
shes stopping the drugs
that makes me happy
im driving km upon km
i want to stop
drive home
undress my slut
call her montreal
2009 pops
2013 papa
2016 sir leonard cohen
Im not sure if i love you more because no one else knows
or if its simply because
neither do you