Blue Eyes from Eternity's Sunrise by Peter Ostrowski

Dawn breaks, light fills the world,
A world of dew and bird song.
Long dark shadows drape the lawns,
Summer’s first perfect morning.
Slowly you and I my friend
Walk towards the river,
Talking of the coming years,
Happy to have found each other once again.

Don’t tell me why it was like it was between us.
Don’t talk of how our enmity destroyed our lives.
It could have been so different,
We could have been brothers,
We could have helped each other.

In those dark woods stood a house,
Behind that tall and solid fence,
Windows barred, the front door boarded up,
The path to it a swamp.
A light inside barely glimmered
Through the filthy kitchen window.
Someone was alive inside.
Peering through the broken blinds I saw myself.

Don’t tell me how you never dreamed
That we would be here,
Sat with our beers,
Watching boats at the river’s side.
No more threats pass between us,
No more revenge to vow,
It’s all over now.

The hatred and despair we lived with
Have been blown away
By winds so warm yet gentle, breathing and alive.
We cannot dream of anything
But spinning stars and wheels,
And the place that lies beyond them all,
Outside the universe.
Further than all we’ve been able to know,
Further than all we allowed ourselves to hope for,
Greater than anything we have imagined,
Lovelier than your blue eyes.

• Folk
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• chanson
• literate
• scifi
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