Sunlight rolls over red hills

Sunlight rolls over red hills

Burning the edges of buildings

Setting trees on fire.

Holding up a hand

To shield my eyes

I am caught in its shadow.

The light of it burns

Through my fingers

And without effort

I am left to bait my conscience

With the paranoia of immolation

In memory of Icarus

Imagination is a strange beast.

I thought to climb a mountain

But foundered in the foothills

Where many paths meander

Leading me astray

Taking me away

From an early conclusion.

There is no satisfaction

In poor direction

There is no achievement

Nor ambition

Worth the effort of a journey

Without stout regard

For effort and endeavour

To see it through.

Tomorrow brings a new day

Perhaps the promise of fulfilment

Will add a pleasant spring

To wearied limbs.

The end is further than the next step

But each one brings it closer

To completion.

The pinnacle before me

Is not beyond my reach

And there is solace

In a belief that to endure

Will,

In its own good time

Bring me safely home to you.