Islands Diamond

Hand over hand, until emergence
into summit, a first sky
heaven's airy ocean; I scan
a vista of more majesty than mine

Each hallowed branch looks back:
Do they think me better?
In each plough-scarred track
their dark skin's journey marked.

This crest, so desired
is a small step among those infinite
my meagre footmarks slight

My quest must sail
for islands diamond, new and difficult
I must dive into the night

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.