I sit on the hill over my home town,
As the sun falls to purple twilight
And the stars come up, eager to
Sing their songs, show their faces.
I can feel some other world here,
In the cold wind of the changing year,
In the darkness of the night falling,
Whispering sleep on these sacred places.
I ache for the love of her, a reminder
Of all the wonders in the waking world
And the sweetness love can bring you,
Where miscreant angels leave no traces.
Is there a flicker of faith to be found now,
In her laughter and big, bear hugs so tight,
And the soft kisses upon my cheek and brow,
Can I salvage God from her honeycomb graces?
The stars of the sky and of the city come out
And I hold onto the embers of hope and light
That her devotion and love give to me now,
As for death and war my broken heart braces.
