On a Hill

To you who walked with me
Ankle deep in the mud,
On a downpour night,
'Till knee-deep wade,
For up the hill we went,
Choked-up like kids after play,
Soaked yet the wind
Carried our laughter away;
To you, in your hand,
Atop this hill of the night,
May you cup 'till grey,
The mud, the rain and tonight.