There is a mountain somewhere
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,
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
And passion sharp for life
Come slanting bright across the sky
Because you are my wife.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon