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Distant Mountains
. . . and the shadow of mountains will not fall on your heart.
—Sara Teasdale
Clouds on certain days resemble distant mountains—
I’m watching such a mountain now, and far below
Could be—I think—the perfect, crystal lake of dream.
On days like these when lakes reflect a silver heaven,
The light will shimmer mirrored like on shining glass,
And over distant clouds the sun will cross the lake.
But when the eye of heaven sinks behind the mountains,
Glimmering through the clouds as if there was the moon,
The night appears and slowly gathers round your quiet face.
On nights like those, your eyes turn monochrome and speechless—
Oh, and when you close them, darkness covers earth and sky,
And yet I’ve seen the perfect dawn you care to dream,
For on a certain night you turned to me to find my
Eyes, and when you did, I saw a bright and crystal day
With mountains—in a lake—and every cloud was gone.
© 1993 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Candelabrum Magazine, Southsea, England in 2005
Design and copyright 2009 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
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