Atop a hill

Atop a hill, behind a tree

Amongst the clouds and carpet grass

Just her and I with wintry breeze

Along some longing to appease

Meanwhile daylight says goodbye

As yet another day goes by

Stand two witnesses, her and I

Both eager for a starry sky

With nothing more but conversation

Stirred amok by adoration

We lay there on a moonless night

As our tête-à-tête unite

A night in bare, open space

Enchanted by her ardent grace

Words off her mouth consuming stress

And phrases leading to caress

‘Till finally all words are lost

And we lay still with sheer exhaust

And succumb to a pleasant slumber

When urge to utter is no longer

Dawn comes an end to a pleasant stupor

Echoes persisting beneath the clover

Begins another outpour of emotion

With words flying off in harmonic motion

But wait

The night, seems to fade

And these images soon degrade

What’s left of it is just a blur

And traces of the days that were

No sooner as the vision stops

I find myself in sheer distraught

Along a trip down memory lane

With heart I no more can abstain

The green then starts to disappear

I close my eyes with fear

Confusion engulfs

Visions unclear

I realize my senses are at it again

From her, I cannot restrain

The floods of nostalgia, I cannot abstain

I give up, you shall remain

It’s okay, its alright

I reassure

Of this disease, there is no cure

So finally I submit

Put an end to this war

I slumber back to my heart’s encore

Atop a hill

I see her once more