Pacific O Pacific
pride of San Francisco;
Standing on this Golden Gate Bridge,
As far as my sight goes,
Your audience I rejoice.
The mist so dense, pure and pristine
Veils you around, so thick and high; Touching the sky-----
I feel the cold winds touch my face,
But the barrier is there between you and me.
How I wish to be face to face, Dear Pacific!
My hands reach out to touch you
I breathe hard to feel you;
But all I see is nothing but the mist
No ocean, no sky, but only the mist; for all to see.
Where are you O Pacific?
So boundless and magnificent,
Hiding behind the veil of mist;
You are there, I know for sure.
How I wished to have wings to fly
Reach up to you , touch you, feel you and kiss you.
The grandeur, hues, pristine beauty
I bow to Thee who made you so..........
Kiren Babal
22. 8. 2013
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