I climb all the way,
to the top of a tower
only to find you.
The stony edges and the uneven concretes,
the dark and the damp places,
where only shadows reside..
I try to look up,
to the crenellation and the blue sky,
for I see the yellow rays
radiating the road of mine.
Let the walls be craggy
for only then the grip will be stronger,
and the footfalls be louder,
for the parroting to be tumultuous.
Ankita B (author) on June 30, 2020:
Thank you Liz for your lovely comment. Very appreciated.
Liz Westwood from UK on June 30, 2020:
This puts me in mind of the many times I have climbed ancient towers to capture a great view from the top.