The Sky Still Run
From up here
hung between horizons
just below the clouds
time stands still
far below, far away
humanity is teeming
the silent wind is humming
Am I a fool on a hill?
Looking up from the valley floor
The mountain loomed and I felt small
The urge to climb, to conquer all
to reach the sky, escape, explore
Up into the wind like a fly on the wall
to a world of rocks and moor
alone, afraid like a fool
On top of the world
my conquest tamed
The world laid out before me
a town in my giant hand
rain and light fall together
between the sunset and the dawn
The table-cloth is folded
patterned with felt fields, toy trees
A train crawls by in miniature
I am king of it all
my eyes explore the view
of my world
Sheep ignore me
and this place will not notice when I am long gone
The streams will still sing
the sky still run
We come and go
as if we own the place
authorised by pride
But the earth rolled over again
for another day
without us
and a fool went home
some the wiser
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