(2 Mountains)

There are 2 mountains: One that everyone knows, Our eyes pass by it, it is so well known. I know its shape while I travel. It waits. In photos and songs of picturesque living it waits. But Bright Mountain, all day, trails a growing shadow. And the second peak appears only at night. In the dark this mountain towers and roars. Dark Mountain trails nothing, and grows. Where there were skies there are ocean shadows And we will be inside.