WAKING IN SAN FRANCISCO

Written by: William Crocker

The sun did not rise with me this morning. The cold, grey mist was there Embracing all the places We had been the night before. The music, too, was gone; And emptiness enfolded me Like silent fog On city streets. Were you ever here? Did we sing a song And dance in the moonlight . . . Embrace, laugh, and Hold each other? I cannot find you now.