Western Coastline

The coastline gleams, a golden strand
Against the black of earth at night,
And flick’ring lights upon the land 
Mark towers tall, reflections bright.

The moonlight’s rays’ reflections shine
In silver shivers on the bay;
A glist’ning path, it upward climbs
Far up into the starry sky.

Now wends my way o’er desert land,
Pitch black, as sunlit rays do hide
And beat no more upon the sand
Until the dawn of morning tide.

But back, once more, my gaze will turn
And look upon the coastline fair.
My heart must ever beat, and yearn,
To breathe again that western air.

Photo of Los Angeles from the air, over the water.