As the lava has hardened and left ingrained patterns
As the light remains unseen for hours on a sleepless night
As the tree is shaped into its struggle against the sea winds
As the owl stares into the distance
Only you know where
To find
And trace the path
Where you go
Only you know
Those sensations holding fast and true
To all the world it may be
Foolhardy
So the surface is rough and the voyage strange
That’s where delight remains