Ships passing in the night
reminds me of love lost
Sometimes stars are bright
Dazzling crystals of frost
Paved oceans embrace contact
Tranquility runs for miles
Passion wears two hats
and multiple smiles
Heat flows from engine room
occasionally
It also doubles as a tomb
when necessary
Loud the horn
on a misty night
Eyes peering furlong
Tension has bite
Again we say hello
until the next time
In different directions we row
on toast of wine
