Am Binnean Dearg - the Red Cuillin

The early dawn on the Western Isles allures me to awaken early A pinky red kaleidoscope attracts me through louvered panels Towards the windows I walk as if taking steps on a lava ladder Slowly my open eyes are met with the most beautiful vista Am Binnean Dearg, the Red Cuillin, appears as if erupting The suns morning crescent peeks as if in slow motion rise Pinked clouds in drift capture and enhance through their vapours Solitude abounds in this most remote of places on Skye I sit in trance and marvel at the changing as the hours pass There's love in my eyes seeing what I see for our tomorrows and eternity The morning now grows into the day as pink pastel blooms fade Crisp azures now caress and absorb the morns beauty