Under The Mountain

February 10, 2007

There are black pearls in her eyes

And her hair is of silk stained dark

She reminds me to watch the great blue skies

And at night to watch the star filled dark.

For I am told I may find her there

And if I sing a song out upon the earth

She will hear me as she sits in her chair

Under the mountain, deep in the earth.

I love her and I sing so every dusk

Before nightfall bids her sleep

My beloved with her wistful lust

And the sad aura from her dark keep.

We will meet one day as once, years ago

Before that night fell and we could not sleep

I wish I were journeying to her mountains aglow

But I build my own of warmth that we may sleep.

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