Pondering

Occasion: I was stationed at the Presidio of San Francisco in 1987 and had lots of time to think about stuff. Most of the "stuff" I thought about was Tina. Man, she can be distracting. My room there had a fairly good view of the back side of San Francisco. Once again, Tina was my muse.

Looking out upon the city,
Through the darkness of the night,
I can’t describe the beauty,
Of the tiny, twinkling lights.

How they stand against the blackness,
Of the somber, evening sky,
How they seem so unaffected,
As the wind goes howling by.

It’s hard for me to tell you,
What my mind sees late at night,
Or how it’s you I think of
While staring at those lights.

Their number is so countless,
Yet they seem like very few,
And it makes it difficult not to see,
That there’s only one of you.

When my life seem filled with darkness,
Just like the still, long nights,
You simply brighten up my day,
More than all those city lights.