On the hill top
At the hilltop, cool summer wind as the only audience,
look down at the world, that’s, well beneath my feet,
the arrogance of life reflecting on the endless sky,
dreamy delights of the day dreams, slowly slips by!
Cacophony of life, rambling with the ageless time,
swings wildly between points of poignancy and accuracy
longevity of the thoughts, struggles with coherence,
notions of being and living, keep coming back to me!
Clouds flowing aimlessly, caressing all the while,
echoes the notion of never belonging, constantly,
serenity in life is attached to being detached,
close my eyes, command the heart to stay still!