Walking with the Sun across the Gate
This morning I am walking, walking,
walking slowly accompanying the sunrise
as it softly enters the San Francisco skyline.
Walking, walking with freedom in my heart,
wondering as I’m wandering if dreams really do come true.
Some days you are living poetry bringing joy
as you walk along singing without sound
without a care in the world who might see and laugh
because you are embodying pure joy as the music
drowns out the roar of traffic across the bridge,
and the whirlwind of self-doubt in your head
caused by uncontrollable cascades of life’s pain
disappears into the sea like the sailboats on the horizon,
and even though it may return in the darkest hours
for now there is only you in sync with songs in your heart
and in this moment, that is all that matters.