Solitude is like a rain Mug

SOLITUDE Solitude is like a rain That from the sea at dusk begins to rise; It floats remote across the far-off plain Upward into its dwelling-place, the skies, Then o'er the town it slowly sinks again. Like rain it softly falls at that dim hour When ghostly lanes turn toward the shadowy morn; When bodies weighed with satiate passion's power Sad, disappointed from each other turn; When men with quiet hatred burning deep Together in a common bed must sleep— Through the gray, phantom shadows of the dawn Lo! Solitude floats down the river wan . . . (Rainer Maria Rilke) I digitally created this moody impressionist-style image from my 'January Dawn Sky In Ireland' photograph.