These Hills

These hills, they seem to call out to me

with the voice of my long lost village love.

They emerge out of the earth, embracing the sky-

like a proud virginal princess bride, ready to meet her prince.

These hills – I long to lie at its feet, bask in its shade and

Carelessly wish these tempestuous days away.

I desire to climb its steep arms-

perhaps to accomplish something in this simple haunted life.

These hills, I desire to bequeath this helpless,

tortured soul into its strong, immense, beautiful bosom.