A quiet steady chorus,
Of rain on these locked doors.
The falling stars and moon light,
Shining bright, bringing fright.

A love poem is shredding,
Two hearts always fretting,
Searching always for more,
Too timid to explore.

The midnight sun is blinding,
The galaxy and all its binding,
Floating along connected,
Closely, blissfully, rejected.

Two hands reaching, seaking,
Finger tips barely meeting,
Comets through outer space,
Burning up in a nowhere place.

A quiet steady chorus,
Of silence on these locked doors,
The falling stars and moon light,
Bringing lovers in this night.