On the Roof: A Poem
Here's a poem I wrote in college when some friends and I would go up our dorm and climb the roof at night to enjoy quiet talks. Memories, memories...
On the roof
I see the world
And the world is mine.
On the roof
I gaze at stars
‘til the night passes by.
On the roof
We see colors
As they melt and change.
On the roof
We sit and talk
And time stands still.
On the roof
I think of you and I
Hand in hand
Side by side
We could fly.
All our dreams and hopes
Seems but a reach away
Nothing seems to matter
Every worry seems unreal
Where we’re standing
There’s only you and me.
On the roof,
You and me,
We are free.
This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.
© 2011 Mary Grace
