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The North Beach....

Strolling down the bustling sidewalks, along the embarcadero; tourist and visitors, from 
everywhere

A break from the recent rains; as the sun sheds down its warmth, to kiss our brows 

Just ahead Pier 39, and Fishermans Wharf; amid all of the attractions, sights and sounds

As I glance toward the Alcatraz; this solitary rock, rising from the sea

And then the Golden Gate; a serene picture of precious, embedded inside of me....

Memories, hopes, calling; as my thoughts then bend, a circle within the sky

Upon the wings of Angels, whom smile, as they carry this love for you, inside!

A piercing within my soul, now, that brings a slight chill unto myself....

Wondering, how you are doing? As I envision your graceful presence, amid my prayers

Beckoning them with a heart of wishful wanting; a silent plea, to bring your glory here

Near~to be by my longing legato side!

Never truly knowing, if that day shall ever be?

If the desires which I have dreamn't, were really meant for me?

To ponder the perhaps; while I open this portal door ~

A gleam filling my eyes, with the shining of your tender touch....

Now holding my hand; as I taste the flowers of your fragrance; a velvet rose

Soothing my spirit; this light of your splendor, beginning to pour before me now

My consolation prize, within this stirring yet staggered moment, in time

This slow, but lovely dance~After the mid-night bell, has chimed its silkened chord....

Silver laced crossings, above the aquamarine currents; atop the mast, of the Red Fleet sailing

Sitting course amongst the telling tides, as I peer beyond the distance

Conversing with silhouetted echoes; whom whisper into my ear gently, your endless charm!

"Take me there, please," I beseech them, "make me not wait any longer?"

End this bittersweat passage, and sit our star of destined; maybe!?

High within the heavens, for all of eternity, to forever see...."

"Excuse me;" a voice interrupts my thoughts; "but do you know where the wax museum 
might be?" 

Smiling as I say, "Yes, its just down the street"

Eyes looking skyward, within this searchiing reflection, as another call, then comes in....

"I'll be right there I answer," as I peer beyond the horizon, yet still, once again

Always thinking of you; as I cast myself upon the open waters; toward the world, in which 
you are....

Blowing another tangerine kiss into the breeze~"Please, take this to her beauty, evermore!"

Upon, the wings of Angels ~
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