A Bouquet of Flowers in the Night Sky

The sky, his dark face is freckled with starlight
An unyielding portrait of a million years gone by
And to what end do these companions spend this night?
Silent lights a lingering memory of stars that died

A gentle breeze strokes the tips of tall trees
Leaves shimmer in moonlight, they sigh
His mind, held in her dark-eyed gaze, at peace
As the branches sway from side to side

On a bench words exchanged as hours shy away
Wisps of curled hair tempt his lips with a touch
How many times over did she stare this way?
When he felt he had said just a bit too much

'A bouquet of flowers in a dark night sky'
She says softly, eyes alight with unspoken awe
Perhaps today, he wonders, I could try
But when their eyes meet its time to go

The sky, his dark face is freckled with starlight
An unyielding image of a thousand ages gone by
And for what end do these friends spend this night?
Silent lights a reminder of a chance that died