My voice is lost in the echoes of the hills,
standing tall behind the grey clouds,
beckoning me to their mystical glory,
of silence.
My thoughts are found in the strength of the hills,
awakening the sleeping corners of my mind,
guiding the lost wanderers of time,
from a distance.
copyright neha poem and image 2015
Lay your mind against the sky,
let that smile shine through your eyes,
let your worries float away with the clouds,
you have found your sunrise.
We took a chance on our thoughts of “perhaps some day”
letting our souls touch the golden sun-rays,
of our waking day dreams.
Sitting on a hilltop,
with the cold dew against your fingers,
you feel the early morning breeze in your eyes,
As you stare into the crimson red sky,
for the sun to rise,
again.
“..My heart wants to beat
Like the wings of the birds
That rise from the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh
Like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook
When it trips and falls
Over stones on its way
To sing through the night
Like a lark
Who is learning to pray
I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely
I know I will hear
What I’ve heard before
My heart will be blessed,
With the sound of music
And I’ll sing once more.”
Source: The Hills Are Alive by Julie Andrews, The Sound of Music
Stay Inspired Everyone and Good night 🙂
My voice is lost in the echoes of the hills,
standing tall behind the grey clouds,
beckoning me to their mystical glory,
of silence.
My thoughts are found in the strength of the hills,
awakening the sleeping corners of my mind,
guiding the lost wanderers of time,
from a distance.
forgottenmeadows 