At The Top Of The Hill


A star shone and the golden moon
Outlined the hills against the sky.
Black figures silhouetted as they passed
Against the moon on high



A thousand pictures in the clouds
Supplied a soft bed for their celestial star
The sky in fronds of black, gold and grey
Observable from near and far.

That night, the curtains stayed ajar
Light dimmed down to feel the golden sway
As we transfixed in time, beheld
The moment 'ere the moon slipped away.