In the midst of a midnight
He knocks upon her door
He hopes to catch a glimpse of her
Something no one's seen before.
Standing in the darkness
He lowers his hat's brim,
Tightens up his raincoat,
So she won't know it's him.
The porch light flickers on
It sets the night alight
He takes a step backward
To ensure he's out of sight.
He feels her gaze from within.
She searches for a clue.
He tries to hide his face.
She feels it is her due.
She slowly opens up the door
But he's not invited in
The threshold of her home's
The furthest anyone's ever been.
In the security of shadows
She stays and fixes her gaze
Upon the man before her
Adorned in blacks and grays.
"Who is it?" she politely asks.
"Please let me see your face.
I must know who you really are
Before you can enter my place."
Her words bespeak of comfort,
And there's kindness in her stare
He feels the urge to raise the brim
But does he really dare?
Instead he raises up his hand;
A shadow falls across his eyes
Exposing to the light a smile
From inside he hears a sigh.
Encouraged by a positive reply
He dares to raise the brim
Exposing to her his telling eyes
Yet, she still won't let him in.
Rebuffed but not rejected
He lowers a stoic chin
Determined not to reveal too much
Determined to gain access within.
A light in the house comes on
Revealing her delicate silhouette
Yet she still remains in shadows,
Has he really seen anything yet?
His statuesque pose falls apart,
A trembling quakes his stoic chin.
Tight lips show elasticity
Giving way to a Cheshire grin.
He removes the hat from his head
Hoping she'll reciprocate
But, at once disappointed,
He resigns himself to a lonelier fate.
When from the shadows extends a hand
And he hears her voice anew
"Why all the blacks and grays?
You don't dress this way, do you?"
"Of course not," he quietly replied
Immediately feeling chagrin
"Of course not," quietly, then pleadingly added,
"Won't you please let me in?"
"I want to see beneath the coat,"
She says. He wants to fulfill the whim.
But will it change anything?
Will she ever let him in?
He loosens up the overcoat
Exposing an array of shades
Blue, yellow, red and gold
Each cloth impressively handmade.
The revelation did not elicit
The response he had desired
She merely nodded her precious head
And declared that she was tired.
With nothing left to lose
He slung the coat on his arm
"Why did I have to show it all,"
He said, "Didn't I see the harm?"
Fully exposed to critical view
He slowly shook his head
"I showed too much too soon,"
He said. "Why can't I look ahead?"
"I know you now.", he heard her say
As he turned and slowly walked away.
"Come again another day
Maybe then I'll let you stay."
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