Remember when we'd take our walks?
A playful nudge, you'd give to me
I never made a wish, those times.
My dog, now finished up her task;
My eyes, now pointed back to earth.
Dave Varg
The Inspiration for this poem
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This poem was written in October of 1996.
We strolled out through the cool night air.
Relief, my greyhound sought.
One star was shining overhead.
I gazed up and I thought.
Oh, how the miles rushed by!
We'd start in sunlight, but return
as darkness filled the sky.
You'd always point it out to me;
that first star, when in view.
You'd make a wish then squeeze my hand;
so sure, 'twould now come true.
Still holding hands, you'd look at me.
"It's true!" you would explain.
Our eyes would meet and I'd respond,
"Colette, that's just a plane!"
then we'd be on our way.
I never asked you what you wished,
nor did you ever say.
My focus was, I guess
quick thinking and a smart response,
to prove my wittiness.
her business, it was through.
But as we walked, I made a wish.
Perhaps it will come true.
No more night sky was scanned.
I firmly grasped the leash but wished,
instead I held your hand.
In July of 2002
I discovered a new angle regarding this night.
The poem describing this is
Here. I was A friend
