The Hilltop

"The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies with the dying sun
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done."

~Francis William Bourdillon





Open wide, my love, my love
  to take the spaces that we've left between us,
I've lived perhaps half this life
    and this one thing I've learned;
that to live without you by my side
    is to hardly live at all.

And here, with the city flowing out beneath
    I would throw away the world
  just to take your hand back to where it was
    when I held it close with mine.

Oh, I would paint a picture of an ocean
  with a hundred thousand stories within it's heart,
  to describe the glories that I've found along
    the curves of your gentle smile.

So I stand shivering, alone beneath the stars,
  begging for the moment that
    you'll find your way silently back
      into my waiting arms.