Atop the Hill of Stars

I dream of her

Atop the hill of stars

A gem, radiant in form

Caressing the sky with her clothes

Flowing in the celestial air

Her exposed skin a canvas

Dripping with the paint

Of a great artist


So far she dances

Apart form this lone earth

A guide, her slim hands

Lingering in the waves and ripples

Touching the light of the world

Her lips drawing men

Graceless to her in hopes

Of kissing them


For as long as 

I am free, I am her's

A servant, to make her smile

Feeling her I am lost. Yet, 

There is no where I'd rather be

Atop this hill of stars

We paint ourselves with

the endless embrace



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