On top of this mountain
of time
looking back
on what has gone
long ago
millenia spilling
spinning
into haze
this is the peak
the stop
the summit
the top
so much struggling
striving
imagining
scheming
trusting
dreaming
and now
we're here
beyond the trees
above the flowers
whipped by icy winds
staring at the sky
here we stand
at last
with all
history
art
music
thought
suffering and love
still there for us
to find again
touch
and finally know
yet here we stand
with wide
unseeing eyes
staring
in fright
at the sky
afraid to look
at the tumult
behind
standing
at the summit
with no further to go
