morning on the ridge

what holds us up is nothing but light air
your thought is like it vanishingly weak
yet we have reached another lofty peak
and see the lowland down below us clear
as on a map since this morning is fair
the sun behind us showing what we seek
for this short moment we have the mystique
you cannot stop us doing what we dare
so this is who we are and what we need
past all the shadows that have obscured sight
secrets revealed as we announce the name
in open daylight time to set the seed
into clean earth long hours before the night
and fill each heart with joy as with a flame