MMorning

Is it any less dazzling                    ?
  that which wakes the cock                    and bans the night,
and called a cheat in no small feat
  such a blanch-ed bleach-ed white.
Arising over mountaintops the rolling red of day
    it sullen seems to cast a shadow of all the yesterday.
    Flash!Bright left with no such stain that spoils the earth,
    right can it betraying tilt
      urge to fall upon its hearth?
For what its sight and shown for many but one to slyly see,
T’ is not the sun buta smile at that
T’ is only meant for me,