at the top, is a girl
I walk through fields with the help of the breeze,
I watch the day shut, waiting for the stars to greet the trees,
At the top of the hill, there stands a girl I'd met,
Right here for thousands of nights, we watch the sun set,
On top of this hill, the cool air hushes the earth below,
And just at that moment, the sky began to glow,
We play a silly game, where our eyes race to catch the first star,
I know when she's found it, when I hear the pitter-patter of her heart,
These virgin blades of grass become like a cool, satin blanket
As the night air sneaks behind us, we know its presence,
we can taste it,
It's just about that time, when the horizon takes center stage
for the show,
As the sun exits with a glimmer, the moon soon follows as our faces
reflect its glow...
