conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

The Hills Stand Vigil

Posted July 11, 2014 @ 6:28am | by Tripp

There is no accounting for time and space
As the blue mist settles on the morning hillside
I imagine the hills of another place
Still bathed starlight and moonglow
The one whom I love is there
I am here as the hills stand vigil

 
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