untitled poem by Bob MacKenzie Beware, cold Wind, the heat of day; The eye that cuts your blade away. Take all the dark can give this eve; Yet watch lest dawn shall you bereave. Both day and dusk we walk to you; a friend and yet a passing view. Red edge of dawn shall be your bed; Cut now, frail breeze, your line of red. Beware then, Wind, the burning sky; Beware the blaze of one man's eye. |