Timeless points in Pointless times

Here is a point in '82,
Here is another one in July,
Here is a song I wrote for you,
Join them all you'll have a line.
Who cares what went in between-
A thought of you five years since
A million ones first day of spring.
Dont forget the ride on waves-
End of March, two thousand five.
Points and lines all strewn around,
The tale-writer jots some down,
Then makes a note she by the side,
"Passing clouds in a passing show,
Her lover and she speak no more."