A Fortunate View


I climbed to the top
Careful not to be seen,
Curious to know
Would it look the way I thought it might?
Blinding with brilliance
Dancing with light
Hopes and fears all taking flight,
They seemed so happy
Bereft of care.
For they had made it.
They had joined the realm
Ones to be remembered
Those steering the helm.
But care should be taken,
For there from my hill
As I spied on the mountain,
Cracks would appear
In the fabric, through the light,
And every once in a while
Without notice or sign
One would be gone,
But the rest, danced on.

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