“sunrise over the golden gate”

Fog rolls softly on the restless bay,  
A hush before the radiant day;  
The bridge, in silhouette, awaits  
The gold that dawn articulates.  

Steel cables, strung like harpist’s hands,  
Stretch wide between the wind-blown lands  
As shadows flee and day’s first light  
Dips all its spires in molten bright.  

A river of cars like fireflies crawl  
Above the waves, so cool, so small,  
While Alcatraz keeps silent guard  
And sea gulls wheel in morning’s yard.  

The city yawns in distant grace,  
Each window catching gilded lace;  
And lovers hold for one more minute,  
Bathed in beauty, lost within it.  

Sunrise touches every gate—  
Of bridge and heart—an open state;  
The world, just waking, learns once more  
How golden hope sweeps every shore.

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