there's a clock on the mountain
a clock on the mountain
clock on the mountain
meridian prime
there's a clock on the mountain
and I'm running
out of time
you gave to me
the courage I need
to climb up the rock
and fly over sea
but now the sun falls
and the gold eagle calls
and the winds blow away
all that I can be
time is a vulture
picking my bones
and now that you're gone
I fight it alone
all the beauty I've known
to be on the earth
without you at my side
none of it worth
so now me and mountain
are all that is left
I might begin life again
might begin death
but the higher I get
the more memory unlock
the end of the sun
the tick of the clock
there's a clock on the mountain
a clock on the mountain
clock on the mountain
meridian prime
there's a clock on the mountain
and I'm running
out of time
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)