Golden Gate Violin



                 A great violin

                 plucked by the wind

                 is the bridge of the Golden Gate.



                 In great storms it sings

                 In soft rain it rings

                 and it hums

                 as the winds abate.



                 And releases when struck

                 sun and moon as its notes.

                 Their melody floats

                 on the Great Milky Way...



                 and is born to the wings

                 of the cosmic lightning..

                 the sun and moon

                 notes soar away.





                 (to the people of San Francisco..

                 written a while ago.. but posted

                 as this bridge needs the prayers

                 of protection.. and not necessarily

                 from fundamentalist Muslims)

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kiwi's picture

It makes me wish I could hear it.Your poem sings too.There is so much music around us if we only listen.Great poem.


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