Glitter on the horizon
Skyline silhouette under a golden sky
Beyond the great western harbour
I came here
Enthralled
Thirty-five years ago
Wide-eyed country boy
Glass and steel
In perfect lines
Rose above
The waters tread by commerce
I came here
Enthralled
Thirty-five years ago
Wide-eyed country boy
Glass and steel
In perfect lines
Rose above
The waters tread by commerce
Myself
Left so much behind
In faded memories
Lost to time
Distraction
And repression
By the thousands they fly
A twice daily parade
With potent energy
In the morning
A somber homecoming
In the evening
They fly
I strive for healing
And the world becomes
Healers and the healing
Compassion, grace and service
I remind myself
While some have said
The light at tunnel’s end
Is an illusion
possibility
options
choices
consequence
that is life
it can be difficult
to find the branches
which lead to the light
An atmosphere I choose
An atmosphere within which
All events occur
And through which
All events are perceived
The light
Of guides
Of friends
Of family
Loading up with a new roll
I click, advancing the film
The shot I take is of a shadow world
I’m astride my bike as if in another realm
I will
Follow you