She took the ferry over from Bellingham Washington one weekend, to visit Victoria as a tourist. We met on the Inner Harbor causeway. We were young, we spent that weekend together, and many more afterwards.
Mt. Baker came to symbolize my love for her, as the town of Bellingham lies in its shadow. From here on the island I would often gaze across at the mountain and think of my distant love and how good it would be to hold her again.
She was Irish, with raven hair, very beautiful. I remember snuggling with her on the beach on a summers evening. I like to think she may read this, and remember too.
As the sun sets on the island
I close my eyes again
And I’m thinking of the mountain
Whispering your name
I’m missing you my darling
I’ll be with you soon I pray
And if loving you is half as sweet
As missing you I’ll stay
Now I know you’re shy of loving
But don’t forget the sea
Will be keeping time between us
Time I know you need
Will you let me love you darling
You must not turn away
If I know your there tomorrow
I’m content alone today
As the sun sets on the island
I close my eyes again
I’m dreaming of the mountain
Whispering your name
