The Thing About Mountains

3.12.2007

If I could see the mountains would they be crowned with snow?
Would streams there find the fountains from which their diamonds grow?
If I could see the jagged peaks would they rise high above the earth?
Would they be worn from teary creeks so endowed with gems of worth?
If I could but see the feet of this mighty chain
Perhaps my heart would meet with more than salty rain.

But the thing about these mountains is they cannot touch the sun,
They have no bubbling fountains, no place for harts to run.
If precious jewels are buried there, if promised roses grow…
The surface of the sea is bare for the mountaintops don’t show.

The salty sea around me tells of hills beneath the deep
There is nothing I can see, but these waves which always weep.