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I sit atop a lonely hill
and all beneath is quiet and still.
The thrum of busy life has gone,
its timpani will beat at morn.
Birds gather under eaves of night,
before they take the day’s end flight.
Till then I sit and let dusk glance
around me as the stars advance.

Light is fading, candles lit,
Memories reaching from a pit,
climbing up the hill to me,
blindly for they cannot see.
I’m steeped in shadows from the past,
knowing that they cannot last -
these sightless things, they strive to feel,
And reach to me atop the hill.
But brief are those that take my breath,
and render me a taste of death,
as I lay upon this silent hill,
not knowing what I really feel.

Dawn’s light arrives unflickering,
my breath returns, so I breathe in
and truth is telling very clearly,
the fact that I once loved you dearly..

I lay upon a silent hill,
Remembering all – as time stood still.
This perfect place with wondrous view,
the only thing it lacks is you.