  I Saw the Sun Rise on the 7 Train I saw the sun rise on the 7 train I saw the ink turn into blue I saw the moon fall on the 7 train I saw the orange give way to sky I saw the white catch up With the dawning day And spread over the patch anew I saw the dawn transform itself From blackness pitch dark To sailor’
s shade To clear Danube behind the trees To bloodstains capturing heavenly birth Masked solemn by traces of sun An azure greeting the sleepy nods As crimson leads forces of daybreak This unassuming work of art exhibited Brushes in joys of the day awaited As cobalt over steel,  rests its case.
