Umbrellable you

Dozen of rain drops

falling hither from the blue

and a lovely lady so lonely

strolling trough the street.

you

I hear the gentle whisper

do I?

wishing on the stars

staring for a moment:

in the cheeks, a tear, a dew?

you

Who does in the deepest dark show

in the middle of the night and give that lady

lovely lonely little luring likeable girl

a utmost uncanny, unique shelter,

round, frail, black and plastic umbrella?

You went your way, I went mine:

Things never said, forgotten with toil...