A planned happening from the past
Set to be at a predetermined date
Two people would look up at the same thing
More than a thousand miles away

I, the romantic, and
You, the orchestrator
Set out in the chartered dark night
At different hours but still the same time

Frantic feet down stairs
Scuffling movements through sand
I open a creaky door with hasted hands
And we both look

Up

And above us both
Is a clear night sky
Lucky conditions yet
Not the right time

The moon
Sailed quietly
In another plot’s
Seeking eyes

Warming my face
And my skin
To the extent
That all that
Heat can reach within

Long tendriled fingers
Reaching to the
Ground
Pulling out greens
And long stalks
Of brown

Birds chirp
And the sky weeps
As you come
To rise me
From my sleep

But no matter
The wonder you
Bring us today,
I am still
happy you’re
92.96 million
Miles away

A bird once flew
With a wing in two worlds
One followed a rigid path
And the other’s was less observable

This one path
While different in each world
Led to a face
Familiar, yet not quite discernible

One wing heard a song
And the other heard it repeated
Than again, again, again,
Until the bird heard a song that most pleased it

Sometime thereafter came a tumultuous sky
One wing shivered and the other simply denied
Then one wing fraught, soared away
And the other turned its head, choosing to stay

At most, one wing would suffer
The dreary rain
But all the while the whole bird sat
And listened to your song, remade