Below the hill

Below the hill

There's a hill that overlooks this town.
A hill that overlooks her grief.
She cannot calm her disbelief.
She cannot climb it.

She dreams these scenes in sepia,
those old forbidden fears.
She cannot hide her heart or eyes.
that seethe and seep with tears.

Above her town there blooms this hill.
Above her looms this hill.
Below she wallows in her grief,
shadowed by it still.

© Kåre Enga [163.89] 2006-05-02

Note to self: original in "Chartreuse thoughts on my mother's birthday." 

Original (second verse changed):

Below the hill

There's a hill that overlooks this town.
A hill that overlooks her grief.
She cannot calm her disbelief.
She cannot climb it.

She sees these scenes in sepia,
seethes when seen in tears.
She cannot hide her heart or eyes.
She hides forbidden fears.

Above her town there blooms this hill.
Above her looms this hill.
Below she wallows in her grief,
shadowed by it still. [163.89]

© Kåre Enga [163.89] 2006-05-02