Friend From a Distant Land

by Frank Thomas Smith


Beyond the highest, Aconcagua's peak,

Lives a lady of delicate health

Known by the name Mireya.

Her glance, her smile, her self are all I seek,

Are more to me than worlds of wealth,

The ailing lady Mireya.

Her pace is slower now, embraces weak,

So I will pray for her in stealth,

For the life of my dear Mireya.


The friend she was from a distant land,

Beyond Aconcagua's peak.

She knew her time was short...she took my hand

In hers - she had no need to speak.

The lover from a distant land was she

Whose love was true, and now she's gone away

With me, she said, inside her...I tried to be

as close, so close: she wanted me to stay.

Her lovely land was distant though,

A strip beyond Aconcagua's peak,

I arrived late, so I'll never more know

Her glance, the smile I used to seek.