There Is A Mountain Somewhere Near

There is a mountain somewhere near

The harbor of our love

Where I can go sometimes to view

Our marriage from above.



I see the vastness of the sea

Outside our sheltered bay,

With boats like toys upon the flat

Bare corrugated gray.



I see the shadows of the clouds,

An archipelago

That neither wind nor current breaks,

Nor charts of sea depths show.



I see the green of nearby hills,

The gardens on our land,

The cultivated wildness

Of nature shaped by hand.



I see the waves sweep up against

The rocks upon our shore,

The white spume leaping, oh, so slow;

The heart awaiting more.



And all the peace of happiness

And passion sharp for life

Come slanting bright across the sky

Because you are my wife.