THE SLEEPING MAIDEN
I stand enchanted by the greatness
Of you, Mount Tamalpais,
Gone are my worries, fears and
When upon you I feast my eyes.
Patches of clouds, like silvery
threads are spun,
Detach themselves, from wind are
And through the last rays of the
Advancing fast to the unknown.
And then you join me, where I stand,
Ever so quietly taking my hand.
From afar we hear the evening bells,
And feel Tamalpa's spirit within
-- Tatiana Otzoup
Published in the Marin Independent Journal
on October 10, 1970 under the author's
maiden name, Tania Otzoup.