Your Creation

Though your feet are sore

Due to the long walk
It brings to the fore
Heart's core talk

You walk through red earth
To reach the shore
To quench your eternal thirst
Asking life ' More....'

You sail the faithless seas
To see a sight of it
You battle monstrous beasts
Hoping, to touch it a bit

That ephemeral peak in the clouds
Seen with feet firmly on the ground
A final lofty culmination
Of your idea, obeisance and admiration
At last
Your own creation.