Laying on the hilltop I call home,
golden sunsets opening up my eyes,
I look to the sky, watching every winged creature glide.
The wind rushes through my hair,
sunshine glittering over every inch of me,
penetrating the coldness I can’t explain.
And silently I look towards the stars,
as night veils my mind,
and I see your face looking back at me.
In your eyes I see my safety.
In your arms I desire to reside.
In your mind I wish to peer inside.
But as I stand on my silent hilltop I call home,
watching cars pass by below,
I feel the breeze tickle my face,
reminding me where you are placed,
far away from me...
Now will I fall into misery?
No,
I shall stand tall,
hovering over all,
biding my time and looking over all that is mine,
recording my thoughts and discovering things I did not know,
waiting for the winter snow to melt away,
for springs tenderness to come my way.
And on my hilltop I shall wait,
blissfully for a day...
when all I want shall no longer just be a dream,
but simple reality. |
