2 mountains

One that everyoneknows,
our eyes would pass by it, it is so well known
I know it's shape while I travel. It waits.
In photos and songs of picturesque living it waits,
But Bright Mountain, all day, trails a growing shadow.

The second peak appears only at night
In the dark this mountain towers and roars.
Dark Mountain trails nothing, and grwos.
Where there were skies there are ocean shadows
and we will be inside.