In your desert garden, I’ve seen rings of colored clay, 

Draped thoughtfully about the scene, where vipers seek their prey.

I’ve seen the streaks of purple in rebellion 

Against a quilt of sullen greys,

And the gentle mist that rises from your lips as they separate.

I’ve climbed your spiral stairs of marble, for a glass of cherry wine,
To bring my courage to the surface, to bring your hips up close to mine.

And to bathe in your oasis over smokeless candlelight,

I’m just a beginner, bound to my hunger, a humble witness to the sight.

And you. You are some beautiful, fantastic thing. And I love the ways you are.

You are still my morning chorus and my brightest evening star.

You possess the loveliness to bring a man to tears, bring him to his knees.
When you are with me, I have no greater need.

 You are some beautiful, fantastic thing.