Dirty Windshield - Ane Brun

You smiled at me

Through a dirty windshield

You just got back

From where the cyclone hit

You said you’ve been

In the center of it

Where it was all so still

Later that day

You told me your story

You were in a fight

And you still survived

You discovered a timeline without end

And all you had was an inch to spend

When nighttime fell

You talked about how

You see life as a chain

Of moments in vain

They are stepping stones to lead you forward

You don’t look over shoulders

The morning after

You had a dream

Where you realized

You had to do some sight

Engraved right there

We are lover’s sights

There we are like four eyes