Our Lady of the Harbour

And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

Hi. Nice to meet you. My name for now, for here, and at the risk of grandiosity, is Suzanne. There are other reasons, too. Like home is the place where strangeness finds itself shelter. And: "you know that she's half crazy /But that's why you want to be there." And: "just when you mean to tell her / That you have no love to give her / Then she gets you on her wavelength / And she lets the river answer." And: "And you want to travel with her /And you want to travel blind /And you know that you can trust her /For she's touched your perfect body with her mind."

But you know the song. XXOO.