The Talk

We sit on the hillside and talk

In the dying light of the day

We talk about our hoprs and dreams

We talk about our plans and our scheames

We talk about love and laughter

From now and here after

The sky turns from blue to orange, red, then purple

We continue to talk

Long after the stars arrive

We continue to talk

Soon howver we grow tired

And with our jackets as pillows

We sleep beneath the stars