On The Hill

Up here,
On the hill,
I can see the world go by.
Little flickers of the stardust headlights merge with the streetlights of the city.
The world is moving but I feel timeless,
Up here,
On the hill.

I can see the landscape,
How it merges with the crashing of the waves,
That tides' motion makes until waves break upon the ever-surrendered shoreline,
That soon proceeds to meet the streets.
The wavey roads.
The golden pearls of streetlamps.
This hustled blur of city life.
As I look up, I see the stars move with time
But down here
On the hill                    
I feel timeless.    

Waves of light from slaves of time,
Know not the crime of not standing back.
To soak it in.
And be a wave upon a current of the timeless calm.