Border Hills

by Julian Colton

Now I have more space
These lines of pencil grey hills
Come into focus.

And given more time
It will be the same for you
You will realise

The places we walked
All the loving words we talked
Had real meaning

A significance
Beyond mere idle dreaming
And bricks and mortar.

When walls fall to ground
What lasts and surely remains –
These lines of green hills

In all seeing eyes
Reflected by your soft hand
This love and these hills.