Two worlds collided
and you came rushing
in, ready to strangle disaster
before it could breathe.
I could see the poem
in your face; the verse
was tangled in wild
contortions but
it still was there.
"We'll all have to
go back to using sundials!"
Adamant, you'd reached
the coda, but you wouldn't
stop playing there.
You never intended
to give in.  I never did,
and you took me up
on an offer anyone else
would have refused.
We smiled, and civilization
didn't really matter any more.
Time was an obstacle,
and I would have even
dismantled the sundial,
and opted for day and night.