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.