[poem by peter handley, a friend of mike duffy's]
The mountain is high
and so are we
We walk through pastures green
'cross rivers of silver thread
and over rocks of shivering black
Ever upward
Together we advance
in friendship, in expectation, in celebration
The path is steep, but no-one slows,
The road winds on sheer turns, but no-one deviates
The sand and earth disintegrate beneath us, but
We hold on to each other
We emerge from the glorious tree-line
As warriors set to conquer
As leafy angels of light in the evening's pink
twilight.
We run, and run, and run.
Inspired, perspired, in awe
We reach the fabulous peak
Never again to leave this awesome apex,
this perfect peak,
this moment.
We rest on top of the World
to look in wonder at the lands below, the vast ocean
and each other
To gaze upon the festival of the shining heavens
above.
To Transcend to the Stars.
Shine on, Mr. Duffy, shine on.