Summer night in August,
on the dock's roof deck,
overhead, wishes to be made,
as the meteors of the Perseids,
leave silver trails across the sky.

The lake whispers quietly,
in the subtle night breeze,
reflections of shooting stars,
are breathtakingly beautiful.
In the cool lake water below

A hand slides into mine,
and a head falls on my shoulder,
a contented sigh is let out,
as loving wishes are made,
watching nature's meteor shower.