On Top of the Hill

The silence of the hills
beneath a thin veil of blue
criss-crossed by the careless streams
tonight, I dream of you

The long, winding roads
disappear near the bends
serpentine the trodden paths
the journey never ends

Somewhere in the woods
on top of the hill
festooned the crystal stars
over my window sill

Beneath the river gorges
in a fit of ravenous delight
for the veins of the forest have swelled
with the thunders of monsoon inside