A wanderer's hazy dream of the city he loves.
Of busy feet and a cacophony of all sounds
All at once, a city language that densely
Yet freely populated a crowded scape of colour
With walls of art exercising a bright radiance,
Seeming to escape itself, making it's way into my arms
The city felt like it was in my embrace, I saw it
Took it in, took breaths and held breaths with it
The buildings perfectly stood out yet faded in with one another
While the sun, setting on the West, cast a pink hue on it all
Palm trees swaying with no care, as the small tints of yellow fought
And made their way onto the trees, embracing the green, cascading hues
Or the dramatic silhouette, depending on where you stood, what you wanted to see
The bay stood by it, shimmering, valiant, guarding
It too, took on the pink-tinted image of the city
A city so wispy and carefree, it could be mistaken as the sky itself
But maybe that too, is part of this city.
To such newfound shame, the inhabitants of San Francisco
Did not stir to the unique nature of their home
And I, lost in the sounds of chatter bouncing off every wall, the pulses of life....
Yes, I, gazing at everything, all at once
In the city by the bay, who would be a sinner to sleep.