Distant Mountain 0 comments

Monday, February 16th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer By Marissa A Spencer Drifting on the wind-tossed sea I spied a distant mountain My puny efforts were for naught To reach that vale and fountain Darkness came upon the waves My ship amid a starless night No holding aloft torch or flame Could summon forth hope or light Yet, on an inner, whispered breeze A cry came from the lonely bank My drifting ship turned to seek Safe harbor from the cold and dank The hulking isle in darkness lay Too cold and dark to search at all The memory of your sweet voice Was ne’er else than a Sirens’ call. Moored against the stalwart rocks The tides mark the passing days No longer drifting, now marooned, E’er longing for my lover’s face. © April 16, 2003

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