memories of a child
filtered through the glass of the rainbow
stained and etched color jubilee
standing on a rocking bench
bay wind lashing clothes and hair
no thought that the waves
and you so wee
could make you its bobbing captive
Memories of a child
filtered through the glass of the rainbow
grasping for the end of the stars
dancing to the ringing chimes
of the bell calling out through the fog
ride me to the end of the line
those jaunty cable cars
catch the end of tomorrow
Memories of a child
filtered through the glass of the rainbow
feeding squirrels her task
Golden Gate park their chosen home
It’s It dripping through small fingers 
The Art Deco pavilion a staid lady
musical notes of the past in her grasp
a view of a garden paradise
Memories of a child
filtered through the glass of the rainbow
never letting go
the sounds and smells
of the city she loves best
her heart is left behind
pressed in the pages of a living album
San Francisco
her city – her home
Artwork: Edwin Deakin
Photographer: Thanks to Mark James Miller for allowing public domain access to this work
“Palace of Fine Arts” © L. Moon
penned in moon dust 
Beautifully written. No piece of art will ever be as exquisite as those memores captured in the mind of a child. Time may reshape them. But time never tarnishes them.
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Reblogged this on sueshan123.
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Oh…one of the few cities I could live in.
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yes she is a beauty by day and night. I spent a whole day this week watching the fog roll in and out
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Good points all around. Truly apeecriatpd.
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