The Orion

Raw places and unlike times,

Paths cross and paths mire.

A lunatic meets a fanatic

Over a drink mixed with wine.

The reasons they had within,

Choices conquered awhile.

Time jested at them,

A finding flowered therein.

An opinion is smooth,

If sensed for long.

To follow up on a view,

That they felt so strong.

Glad and drunk they are,

For the grounds unknown.

Slightly twisted and torn,

A handsome thought is born.

Up above the December sky

Bright specks cleared the way

They wondered once more,

Is it the power of three

Or the beer again?