The war was over. The war was coming.
The war was eternal.
We had but a moment to catch our breaths.
Me and her, on the back of an old Honda,
riding to the lush trees, high mountains,
and first snows of a just begun winter.
The air cold and sharp, burning our lungs.
The sky grey as the eyes of a distant God.
The road open, deceptively endless.
In the distance, on the border, canon fire.
We could not escape the war, or loss, or death.
Just pretend for a moment, that all was beautiful.
The motorbike whined and I pulled the throttle.
She held on tight, and the blur was a mischievous dream.
Just pretending for a moment, that all was beautiful.
I saw her face through the crystal water,
the pool dark but the lights in the water,
and the moonlight through the skylight.
The water flickered and shifted, clear quiet,
as I looked up at her, chlorine stinging, tears
shifting angel face, pageboy and bangs.
The war was over, but another was coming,
always wars, rumor of wars, hunger for war,
the sacrifice poured out for our haughty masters.
She was distant; I could only see her face.
She was close; I could come up, kiss her lips.
She was a lover slipping away every night now.
I come above the water, and she smiles,
and she sits on the edge, her bare feet in the pool,
and I rub and kiss them, knowing worship ends in tears.
After play practice, sitting together in the early spring sun, sharing a smoke.
A jet fighter roared across the sky, and drowned out the devotions you spoke.
I dreamed of taking your hand into mine, and how soft and warm it would be.
I dreamed of you, and you dreamed of a singer who was born across the sea.
So many things had yet to come, for us and the world; we had something for hope.
We never knew the fire that would come, or all the death with which we’d have to cope.
The jet fighter became distant, it’s roar a dim call against a sky so clear and utterly blue.
I knew not when we were innocent, and with a mischievous angel we blindly flew.
Above the city, on my own, without sleep or peace or even you to dream about,
A jet fighter screams across the night, the war going on, though we’re all wore out.
A song by the singer you once loved plays, and just watch the sky and the city so bright.
I know worse is coming, I know I want only to leave this world, and once again take flight.