gasoline & mirrors

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 walk 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