Dawn & Dusk

The narrow path
Is a hard path
Battered by storms
Exposed to their wrath

It is a walk of isolation
A treacherous pass
Its gradient, unforgiving
Its stones, broken glass

It winds through
The harshest terrain
Its final destination
Remains unseen

But the effort
Is dwarfed by the prize
For when the travellers see it
They can’t believe their eyes

The narrow way
Which for so long restricted
Opens up into
A palace unlimited

For this narrow path
Is no unheard thing
It has a name
And that name is discipline