hill children.

we rested still upon the hill,
waiting for the surge from the pill.
the clouds spun fast above us.
we could feel the spiraling thrill.
softly holding onto eachother,
everything seemed calm and still.
the odds of survival don't mean anything.
we just sit here warm and calm.
under the sky of bluest love,
our minds sway like the palms.
below us is the waking world,
they all walk cold and dead.
we melt into eachothers' arms.
our thoughts make love in our heads.