Somewhere over the hill-top <br />skies are always grey; <br />because there's a love that I pine for <br />all of the live-long day. <br /> <br />I walked upon a high plateau <br />on the day I knew he was well, <br />but when he left so suddenly <br />I walked in a vale of despair. <br /> <br />Sometime, over the hill-top <br />the sun may shine again... <br />when a splendid concerto will echo <br />the magic of life's refrain. <br /> <br />If only my darling would come to me <br />there would be music from the stars, <br />a symphony from Jupiter <br />and a serenade from Mars.<br /><br />Joyce Hemsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenade-from-mars/
