A Red Morning Rain

I woke to fallen embers            
outside my window          
and the smell of the rain          
           
looking for memory,          
looking for the reason          
I was led astray, unsettled,        
           
I passed a woman in thought,            
she reminded me of ignorance          
and meaningfulness of suffering,            
           
taken aback, time tempered the pain          
and it escaped me, I let it go,          
the fire burns to a residue of wisdom          
           
some ninety-odd million miles away            
falls the color of a crimson atmosphere,          
in the sweetness of a gentle rain.