Swimming through the second sea,
A free form flow of palest fabric,
Artful hanging in each clustered perch,
Playing with a fullness into wisps,
Fielding longing gazes that just melt up from the marbled blue below.

Hardened rain to dash on the concrete slabs,
Tarmac blacked in waves of pouring droplets,
So dreary weren't it drenched in majesty,
This power and great spectacle to see.

I find a train under,
My friend of silent hum,
My world is torn asunder,
It's open to the breeze beyond.