Saint Thomas

Looking like a butterfly You're looking like petals in a hurricane wind In the sunlight you shimmer like gasoline stains in the wells of rain On the same road that took me to you Shining like a motor car You're looking like fire in a field of flowers In the moonlight you glisten like fireflies' eyes in a hall of mirrors On the same night that made me take to you As I followed the line of your gaze I could see through the smoke and the grass to the grave of a master Singing like a nightingale You're sounding like bells in a cave of gypsum In the city you cut through the noise of the sirens and engines and people In the same street that brought me to you Smelling like a blossom tree You're filling the skies with a cloud of wonder In the still light you sparkle like driftwood fires on the shores of the land On the same isle that made me fly to you As I followed your tracks in the sand I could see through the smoke and the dunes to the grave of a master