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