A View
I stood beside a window not my own
A glorious perch from where before me stretched
outside a fortunate friends most lovely home
the finest sight that nature ever etched
I marvelled at horizons far beyond
and every wonder between the here and there
and with a gasp of breath that filed my lungs
could do no more than stop in place and stare
the lights that blinked and glittered through the city
the white tips of the mountains stretched behind
every inch so fine and pure and pretty
that even now it haunts my waking mind
I turned towards my friend to offer envy
that they were blessed to see this sight each day
and with a start I realised with amazement
their focus was turned carelessly away
In that moment I came to a decision
That of the many things I'll someday do
One mistake I never plan on making
Is live too long in somewhere with a view
For life is filled with wonders beyond question
and sights that in your heart always remain
and few things are more tragic than the moment
when a thing of beauty shifts to be mundane.
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