The way I see it
Is dreams and light,
Through patterns of stars fully lit and bright;
Unable to imagine with our powers of sight.
Like the blind soldier,
With vision anew,
It captures a silence too cold to be true.
The very beginnings are shown to so few.
Why would the bitter winds of Winter revel in such fate?
When secrets unearthed reveal to be lost,
And all shred of hope is covered in frost…
At the very least…what is the cost?
But past that avowal,
What more to confess?
Through shimmering curtains with power of best,
To planets unknown for us to conquest.
With skies dappled purple,
When oceans stand still,
Worlds seem to bend with only a will,
And time stands unmoving to capture our fill…
But the way I see it,
It is you and I,
In a perfect world where no man can die.
This blissful peace, alone to commit,
A silent world…a way to see it.