The Path that leads to Infinity
One step at a time.
No-one else to bother me,
Only the complaint of a lost sheep
Assaults the eardrums.
Only the damp of the morning mist
Wakes up creatures from their sleep.
Flowers shake off their slumber.
Dry caked mud beneath my tread,
Tell-tale signs of clandestine
Creatures, fleeting secrets of
Scurrying animals, now abed.
On the skyline
A ray of hope kisses
Clammy murkiness below,
And leads to me to a place,
Perspective strains my stare,
Whilst painfully on tiptoe
I peer to see eternity at a distance.
At break of day fate will not wait
And beautiful day must hibernate
Along the path of least resistance.
I must believe I will reach the end
Even though, from time to time, the path may gently bend.