Bridget St. John

In Berlin, on a rooftop In Lansing, in a bookshop In London, on a long walk in Angel In Dresden, in a big square In Austin, on the warm air In London, on a lawn chair, an angel When seen at night With wings out wide She brings to mind The Bridge of Sighs One longing look in her eyes and I'm overcome First she's there Then she's gone She makes me swear I'll hold on Wisdoms of word Systems of song Beasts become birds Lost becomes one Ever fair Ever strong The sinner's St. Clare The beggar's Bridget St. John