They sat on the roof late one night
Singing songs known only to them and the birds.
The night was clear, above the trees
The crystal light of space touched The Earth gently
As a mother might touch her child while it sleeps.
They saw it together,
That fleeting light, swifter than life;
A star shot across the sky.
Silently their glances met and each saw the star again
Reflected in the other’s eyes.
They set off together across the field
It was a quiet gentle night
And the grass, green and soft supported their feet with tenderness.
They held hands, her beautiful soft hands, small but strong, honest and intelligent
His hands hard with work, but infinitely caring.
They never found the fallen star,
Though they looked most of the night
But what they found they held for the rest of their lives.