Skyward, I watch the moon ascend,
the end of day is near. And here,
I stand cup in hand and wondering
if the shine still stretched to Maumee.
I see the stars twinkle and I have
and inkling that we gaze together,
a step in the reunion long awaited.
Never outdated, the words meld into
the one thought we always shared.
There is music in this night.
and the lightness of our steps
assures the chance that this dance
begins again, poets and best friends.
(meeting would be defeating our purpose!)