Standing on a lonely hilltop,
Looking at dusk of an old day,
Imprisoned in thought.
Night skies filled with starry visions,
Lights are shining from distant times.
Messengers are traveling through distant space.
Mind-wandering!
Hoping this lonesome night,
I catch dreams of you and me,
Wrapped together in wings of white.
Ambassadors from the stars,
Carrying memories to me from you,
Melting, my cold heart.
Freeing me,
From loneliness each night,
Until the scornful dawn each new day!
Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
Standing on a lonely hilltop,
Looking at dusk of an old day,
Imprisoned in thought.
Night skies filled with starry visions,
Lights are shining from distant times.
Messengers are traveling through distant space.
Mind-wandering!
Hoping this lonesome night,
I catch dreams of you and me,
Wrapped together in wings of white.
Ambassadors from the stars,
Carrying memories to me from you,
Melting, my cold heart.
Freeing me,
From loneliness each night,
Until the scornful dawn each new day!
Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
