The Greatest View

The years we've known one another
Almost as long as the years between
It's strange when time doesn't bridge a gap
As we expect with bricks and mortar
We both grow older, the years between 
Become relatively few
And yet, I still look up to you
Looking at your view
From below
Richmond Bridge, Tasmania

The Greatest View – Silverchair

Longer days

How could one possibly 
Be taught to scorn
Longer days
When sunshine's warm
Rare endemic flora unfolds
Windows of blue sky
Open over able peaks
Shrines in the sky
Faithful wanderers
Climb for the high
While dark corners
Cinema, pub, theatre
Empty except for me
Wonder how it came to be
Nocturnal creature
Tucked away
While restless legs
Search far away
Home is where
Burrow keeps
Drifting heart
Returns to sleep