Pacific O Pacific
The 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..........
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