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