I have seen the face of God in a cloud of gold
Burning the leaves of autumn in indescribable agony
I have heard a man, a man I love,
Deny the possibility of human love,
And I have believed him
I have burnt like the old woman in a tram
Her cheeks pale with gold,
Or like the seventy-year old man in tweeds
Who after a night of rain, goes out in the morning
To the park to die burning in a shower of sunlight
I have seen the point where desire ends and blooms into a spray of lilacs

scio amo