With a lift of my glass, sometimes sipped sometimes guzzled

I give you a look that tells you that I’m quietly puzzled

The proposition is that it’s from the puzzles of the past

That we find the answers that raise our future’s mast

Sailing into that stellar sea of life and love and discovery

And that by looking past the shadow, we will find you and me

There on the pages of all of those who have come before

We agree that we will find the key to open up this door

We look down, you from your tower and me from my ridge

And find that it is together that we might best cross this bridge

Quick to draw from our different senses of perspective

We find that our pasts  require us to be openly reflective

I chuckle as you become annoyed that I have opened the door

You weren’t looking for a gentleman, but I am, I quietly assure