I strolled one night beneath the moon

A zephyr played a little tune

When from a portal it came near

A figure strange, yet oddly clear

Not someone else, they said to me:

I’m you, from 2043 Their face was lined, their hair was gray But still they smirked in my own way

Shouldn’t you warn me? I inquired

Of cliffs and traps, of paths required?

They laughed and shook their head with ease

You wouldn’t learn from hints like these

We walked awhile, just side by side No rush, no need to run or hide

You’ll wish, they said, when all is done

You’d saved small joys instead of none

Then just as quick, they disappeared The dusk turned night, the stars premiered No flash, no sound, no great display Me and me, then one gone away