Screen

the morning is a silent film
which plays upon the rain
that falls with dreamlike images
upon my window pane

the morning is a film noir
in shades of darkened gray
soaked forboding atmosphere
stain the coming day

the morning is expressionist
more so than the night
which though exudes a sombre air
needs juxtaposing light.

and so I trace the raindrops
stark credits turning in
and house lights break the fantasy
before the final “fin.“