The Meeting

Wanderings through the dark of night
Without another sole in sight
With only light from stars above
And thoughts we have of those we love

Gone now are familiar things
The sounds of laughter, birds that sing
Far are we from things we know
While we await the light to show

The hour now is half past three
But things appear so we can see
We're not above as once we were
As ships above do now appear

A visitor then does join us there
And tensions quickly fill the air
This is the first of many meetings
The time has come for wishing greetings


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