The road goes ever on beyond
The pow’r of eyes to see
It carries on
Through lands unmarked
To where I cannot be
Though straight it drives
‘Cross many miles
It never does arrive
It carries on
Through lands unmarked
To where I cannot be
Though straight it drives
‘Cross many miles
It never does arrive
I love also this frozen range
Its crystalline air
With a cutting wind
Driving the storm my way
Stealing my breath
A vulnerable solitude
Presence
Aware, active vigilance
If only I had the eyes
Of old father time
I could see the rock raging
Dropping aeons of boulders
Upon the valley floor
Like hailstones
From sandstone clouds
I am transported
To other worlds
To other dreams
To other insights
I learn my bounds
Then extend them
Beyond what I’d known
Or even dreamed possible
One sunny Sunday
Death came to my smithy
In his shroud of black
Trailing a shadow, like blood
Spilt on the butcher’s floor
Your time has come.
Said Death
What say you?
I am not ready, Ancient One.
So say they all.
It’s not always easy
Not like a centreline
On the highway
On which I drive through life
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Except to pass
Eyes forward
Movin’ on
Leavin’ all the dust
Behind me
And o’er it all
Arced golden steel
To celebrate
The westward move
Some with regret
And, some, disdain
Though most with neither
This nor that
I think not
Of the world I’m in
The present
Not this very day
But all the worlds
I’ve yet to see
Which will also
Fall behind