00482--WALKING DOWN THE HILL

WALKING DOWN THE HILL

Walking down the hill I hold your hand

We are silent, silent like silence itself

Are these black rocks our frozen words ?

Are these sighs our parting wishes?

Up the hill the steps were easy

Though hands not held, hearts bonded

Down the hill the steps are heavy

Hands held but our hearts apart

Once when we reach the valley 
and look back, will there still be 
the very hill of love and those steps

To be travelled on another day?