Almost Touching The Sky
Our route takes us on through
so many empty valleys
Where sightless indifferent mountains
Brood Above our heads,
Glimpsed through the trees
As we climb higher,
The sea flickers blue
Between the trees,
Stretching silent out
To where it meets the dawn
Rising out of the distant horizon.
We will meet the risen sun up high
On the cliff-top, in the open
Near the clouds, where the sun feels
Almost close enough to touch
And the endless sky
Seems within easy reach
Of our hands reaching out.
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