Foggy Seaside Skies, Port Of Call Poem by Kylee Wells

Foggy Seaside Skies, Port Of Call

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To scared to run much faster
To cold to warm a heart
swept mystically over the Embarcadero
The Port of San Francisco
I see something in the morning darkness
It resembles your ship
It cuddles pier 29 in the dawn hours
I walk the Herb Caen Way
I hear the morning dew calls of a lost friend from the contrasted desert skies of Las Vegas
I peak the side street leading to Grant
I wish to run
I walk on
A visual reminder of him
The smell of the costal air lingers in my ears and hair
It reminds me of him
I stay wishing this port of call you will hit
I look for you in the hark of the sailor’s cries
You are nowhere to be seen
I know this walk well
and although you have never accompanied me on it
I think of you
I know this city well
My steps lead me without thought of where I am heading
The morning fog creeps and lingers eerily under the Bay Bridge
It flows farther out to sea
It walks over waves to bring you sight of me
Dissipating fast the fog rolls on
I know soon the sun will come
And the best place to feel the sun
Will be on the Geary side of the Square
How I wish you were there
I walk on alone
I am stuck with thoughts of these two
How deeply I loved him, how much I miss you
Lessons learned from, and love to yearn for
The city and me...
Memories of thee...
The artist and the sea

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