Hollywood Hills
Sounds from the city filter through the trees
And linger on limbs near my bedroom ledge,
In a lullaby of formless respite,
As dusk diminishes on nightfall’s edge.
All neighboring hills, like Medici moons,
Are glowing with street lamps upon each crest;
And gathered near the planets high above,
Assemble small stars, that wait to be dressed.
Whenever thoughts have come into my mind
of Hollywood Hills, they’re vivid and clear;
The lighted windows, and beautiful skies,
Remain in recollections I hold dear.
