Upon A Grassy Hillside

Nearing midnight,

surrounded by quiet,

and above me

the blackness

spackled with starlight,

and a full-moon

encased in an aura,

It is here ...

I wish,

I hope,

I dream,

for better days.

Songs ring in my head,

songs from days past,

they tell me

love is such an easy game,

you win, you lose.

When daylight rises,

night dreams will fade,

the day will begin,

but the songs play on.