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