To: You

San Francisco Fog

The morning fog fades away

Along with the illusion that never stays.

I imagined myself in San Francisco

Where the rolling clouds bloom past the city's gate

Spreading and moving in it's own unique way.

I pretended that I was there

Standing on top of that rocky hill.

Overlooking the sea,

Where time barely flies.

I couldn't hear the morning sighs

But I could feel their lives

Just beyond that cliff

Although now it feels more like a

"What if"

The gray blocked my eyes,

But it never blocked my heart.

As I stood there,

There in that lonely park.

I wondered to myself

If anyone knew

That I was there

Looking at you.

But now the fog runs

And this dream comes undone.

Tell me now

Before it all moves south.