Out on the front porch with a kerosene lamp   See white-capped waves rolling five feet high,   but begging these memories for another advance    is like whispering love to the sky   I have this picture of you taking my hand   Sink to my knees in the damp, dark sand   Take off all your clothes and we reach out in vain   The light goes out as it starts to rain      Saint Cecilia send me something simple and sublime   Close my eyes and douse my head with red respberry wine      Wind rises swiftly and the trees start to sway   To take back the delicate words that you said   Place me there in the sunrise of the strong new day   Cause the light here is failing these words are all dead   Just leave me my cherished ambiguity   I need it to sleep with, I need it to see   for all contradictions that I try to disguise    will rise up from my lungs - come to be baptised by      Saint Cecilia send me something simple and sublime   Close my eyes and douse my head with red raspberry wine