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.