Beyond This Hill

Out there, in visions and converging realities.

Beyond This Hill

 

And over hills I, am going to meet you. Up and away, I float to you. I seek your boon and, surprise you in kind. I sought to save me, and in turn…save you. Your tranquil presence can set these eyes, free to be and free to fly; and so I am gliding, not quite yet there, however we spoke in our fair way. In dissonance hold you, firm and tight. Your loving compassion and feelings delight. Go east now; chosen, I am to you; for lives are for making, and making shall do. I dream of these moments, and see them in my visions, so vividly constructed, and certainly wanted. So here I am…here I am, here I am…from me, to you.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Michelle N. H.]

If there was ever a time of feeling uncertainty, it was prior to not having traversed his land, and subsequent to colliding inside dreams of her creation, shadows would seem to lighten and mend, fears of which the heart of his made her give in. Listening to silence, there is no end. Patiently she waits, beyond the hill... x

[Nyanachi]

a really warm poem the warm color scheme goes perfectly x)

[V. P. Trujillo]

Thanks, I actually quite like the color orange, though I rarely use it.

[Nyanachi]

yeah its a harder color to use

[sharonlee]

A haunting graceful quality to this... pleasure to read.

[V. P. Trujillo]

Thank you, sharonlee. I am glad to read your description.