Do you remember when we first saw it? The nearly invisible thread that fell from the sky Glistened from the starlight, And you slapped the back of my head So that I would see. My word, It was as if a fishing line had passed through The eyeholes of the black blanket of night. I reached for the silky rope, But you stopped me. I grabbed you with my left hand, And I reached with my right To grab that fantastic line to the sky. It’s been years since we discovered The Lasso to the Moon. Still, every time my hand goes numb And I lose sense of your grip, I look down To hear your smile tell me to keep going.