The Skypath

It weaves through the sky like the finest of silks

To the edge of the sky it goes

Gone are the obstacles that would have you stop

Once there you have to drop

Each and every mile is longer than the last

Some of them twist and turn

Never does the shining and sparkling cease

Often it'll blind you

When the path finds itself in just the right place

Here and above the sun

Even though you can't know where the path with go

Really you've always known

Even the skypath can't ever fill the sky. It ...