Bay reflecting the moon’s ivory light

Turning it to silver blue -

The island dimly lit by a few street lights

The city on the far shore

Presidio forests blend to Pac Heights

And above the glorious peaceful orb itself

Casting it's spell over the entire Bay Area

With a pair of towers

1,000 feet high topped with flashing red dots

'As if a plane wound fly between them

Doing spins and loops

Unknown by the builders

The engineers & laborers

Who built the enormous dream

Crossing a gate

Between ocean & land

Two peninsulas with a passage between them

And here we are.

Reflecting our sun

Through successive mirrors,

The moon, the bay, your eyes

Which turn the pale moon

No matter how full

Into the joyful wisdom

Of the look you give me

When I say I love you

Or when I don't

Which is when I really finally know

That it was all a “one-off”

A love of completeness

As if there was nothing ever the same -

After that mutual domain.