She came along and beckoned the dreams, of places to go, people to meet,
Another weary traveler I said, playing peek-a-boo, with her metal steed.
She asked questions, how far to go and with questions, answers should follow,
I collected symbols, unaware and if you wonder, definitions become hollow.
The thumps roared and they fizzled, some better roads and some not nice,
The solstices rose and equinoxes fell, sometimes together and alone otherwise.
The roads we took and the talks we shared espied the same destiny,
The math she did and the score I wrote chimed the same harmony.
Time travelers that we are, seeing a road in the rear and another ahead,
We sit still in the present, bridging the gap and minding the head.