Angels from Eternity's Sunrise by Peter Ostrowski

Far down below me the world was spread out.
I looked on fields and silver, curved rivers.
From upon mountains of clouds I gazed down,
Trying to make out the streets of my town.
Then as the warm summer air rushed up past me,
Sweet in my lungs with each breath that I drew,
I felt a cool shadow suddenly touch me.
I looked behind.
It was you.

Did we meet long ago on that croquet lawn
When you looked at me and said wasn’t it strange
That though we were only two children, no more,
We had somehow beaten all the grown-ups that day.
I saw you so many times as you walked home,
Yet somehow never spoke to you again.
For what could I say to a beautiful angel?
What did I know?
I was ten.

Over our heads shine a million bright stars,
Scattered and burning through infinite space.
The air this night is so still, perfumed and quiet,
As if Earth itself knows tomorrow we leave
Into the quantum flux we’ve created,
Through the great mirrors with which we’ve paved Earth.
One billion years in one opened blue flower,
Witnessing the final birth.

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