Gray light paints
Rain wet streets,
Slowly illuminating,
Turning shadows
Into trees,
Moons into streetlamps,
Fancies and fantasies,
Into dreams, which,
As they must,
Fade before reality,
As I watch the rain wet street
Outside my window,
And wonder where,
One street may take me,
If I decide to follow
Those fading dreams.
Donovan Baldwin