The autumn moon hungover in a fire over the hill's  
the wild black promontories of the coast extend as far as the eyes could see, I need a place on the sea away from us away and away from what we could be. one winter afternoon sunlight that gilds the cobbled streets of Montreal, I saw a small village outside Paris, beyond the light beyond the sun, That is where my heart hungover you under sheets of scarlet satin away from vows and other sins, my heart gave in above the confusion and the fuss of both of us beyond the push beyond the rush my heartfelt, it was going to burst with all the love you gave the curve of the narrow street reflected back at you and me. There's a place for love and light a peaceful time, no wrong no right, run me and never let go let's run in the streets of Paris until we get old the shop window at left, still follows the old line of the country lane that we once played.
there's a place for love and light for the both of us understanding takes flight, the cars line the street lights of Montreal feels so right,
with faith as sweet as the scent there is time for us yet.

- Judy Emery © 1997
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery