Standing on the skyline

Waiting for a lifeline

To ride back home.

Standing on the skyline

Wondering how it looked

Before roads and buildings

And all things thatched with tar.

Standing on the skyline

Ignoring the compass

Given your magnetic nature.

You’re my true north,

I’ve walked south until I got there

Proof the earth is round.

You rise in the east

And if I invert myself

You rise in the west too.

Standing on the skyline

With winters rigid bones

And summers fragrant hope.

Standing on the skyline

Seeing mountains and valleys

Formed by your strong hand

And wondering what that says about me.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “Standing on the Skyline.”