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