hills Beyond The Sunset Poem by Thomas Cronin

Me and My guide, on the grassy hillside
Weeds that died, our happy landslide
Our hearts beat, husband and bride
Hope For every man woman and child

Eternal happiness a wish untold
A dream of hills, the gnoll fortold
A dusty hill off the spanish torn roads
Bathe in the grass, stripped of our clothes

A place of home, eternal sunshine
A place of music, everlasting chime
Past this sun, just one more time
One hill left, a struggling climb

A heart in my palm and yours in the other
A life but forgotten, me and my brother
Stripped of my life, I face my final test
Over these hills beyond the sunset