I see the light at San Francisco
          the sparkle of the Bay Bridge
     shine of the Golden Gate
               The luminous city floating in the sea

Dawn appears to reveal
     oppressive fog covering the valley with
          chill and moisture
hindering sight until the sun shines
               burning the blanket as it lifts

Pastel buildings sit along rolling hills
     and steep streets arranged in
          a grid showcase
   Victorian Ladyfinger domiciles
       Towers of pristine white cement
          Vibrant corner parks
             Old churches
                Piers and wharf

There’s light warm air that rises
     under serene skies
           Feel the breeze that kisses your cheek
               leaving your skin tingling
          and hungry for more

Crisp shadows stretch
     reaching farther and farther
            until the wind sweeps in
                 bringing with it
  the icy breath of the bay
          that once again coats the city in mist

But the light still spreads persistently
     It can be seen even from Alcatraz
          accompanied by the joyful laughter
     and whisper of promise
               drifting in from the glowing city