Sitting on a silent hill below a jewellers blanket
Of diamonds never to be bought.
Listening to the screaming silence of the night
Except for occasional whispers from your soul.
To suddenly lament the dying of a diamond sliding off the blanket.
It�s brilliant blinding sparkle; for a second, then forever lost.
The moon a wistful reminder of past loves long forgotten
He staring at you; you staring at him.
To slowly walk back down the hill away from beauty
Back in to ugliness.