My Desolate Place

I stand atop a hill

I call Big Mama as

I look down on the city glimmering with lights.

I think to myself that each light is a fairy that

I could never catch, but

I sadly wouldn’t want to.

I find the beauty of their free glimmering to be too enticing.

I see clouds overhead tucking the city in for the night, and

I see mountains surrounding the valley.  Parents that only

I can see waiting at the door for the city to sleep.

I stand atop a hill as

I croon softly from my desolate place.