INTUNE: A Spot at the Top of the World

I find the long twisting, bumpy road
Past the machines that dig and the flames so high,
Through the thick putrid smell of sulphur to the narrowing path.
Just one more corner and then I see my spot at the top of the world.

I stop and see and then I smile at the blue that stretches for miles and miles.
I sit and stare under the suns watchful glare and dream up tails not yet heard,
Of which the blocks have yet to be laid.

And as I sit and as I gaze, tranquillized by the braking of the waves
Against the giant fans farming the wind, like the start of a path down
Which I have yet to wind.

My heart it sinks like a stone, for it’s a path I must walk alone.
But still I just sit and smile at the blue that stretches for miles and miles.
One day I will wind along that road, unburdened by my load.
But it’s time to go, as all roads for now lead straight back home.

Paul Lofts