hold to the light post in

the pouring rain

the whipping wind

pounding your face

the wisps of hair

like a whip

the screaming of the high winds

over the coast

under the hill

off the cliffs

the moonlight glitters

on the waves blow

crashing against the rocks

the rowboats flying off the posts

held to the docks against the rage against them

this is because of you that i am here

in this dark glittering storm

but where are you?