rain
patters incessantly
on the city streets
distant mountain-tops
covered with snow
are shrouded in mist
and yet
on this cold september day
my thoughts meander
along surf-washed
pebbled beaches
on the wings of a seagull they pass
purple depths beneath
precipitous cliffs
they follow the moonlight
towards distant shores
count the seconds between
flashes from the lighthouse
get caught in the sails
of a passing boat
before they get stranded
on the rocks of reality
