The lights on the hill lit the dreams of us that strolled through,
the lights reminded us those dreams could come true
unwavering in stance, unimpressed by the weather
the lights on the hill in their hundreds not few.

Observing all with a gentle curiosity 
at patrons who quibbled on rates and foreign policy 
in their language of lights, across the hill and in sight
the lights on the hill could tell us something about you.

A dainty glimmer in the air over the city 
London; a cauldron filled with indecisive pity.
they guide the path like some insightful stars
the lights on the hill separating the green and the blue.

The sun enlists as night renovates to day 
the lights switch off to have their voice kept at bay
ready for their next show, some hours till their next glow
the lights on the hill with a wonderful view.

DV