The sun burned in the mirror of the loft
The window crimson like the Scotch Queens hair.
No hallucination, vision true
I saw the heart of nature red and bare
The violence of the dawn gave me great joy
The world’s not prim and pretty it is fierce
It burns our eyes . It drives away our dreams
If we see such dawn our hearts are seared.
For me the world will end with my own death
But while I am alive I feel its joy
The sun burns up the waste of mind and heart .
While why we are on earth we are its toy.
I saw the sun rise in your window
pane
Such a sunrise may not come again
How my heart sings 