I woke to see the sky, a deep
And crimson red, the red
Of passion, of heart but not of head.
The colour that wakes you from your sleep,
You’ve felt that red when you
And she, became one, not two.
The eastward early morning red,
A fable heeded, shepherd’s warning,
Passed down to watch the dawning.
You’ve dragged yourself from passion’s bed,
The dawning red where sun does rise,
Beware the passion, for it can cloud your eyes.
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