Serenade From Mars Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Somewhere over the hill-top
skies are always grey;
because there's a love that I pine for
all of the live-long day.

I walked upon a high plateau
on the day I knew he was well,
but when he left so suddenly
I walked in a vale of despair.

Sometime, over the hill-top
the sun may shine again...
when a splendid concerto will echo
the magic of life's refrain.

If only my darling would come to me
there would be music from the stars,
a symphony from Jupiter
and a serenade from Mars.