Off in the distance, on the horizon,

Can that be a chink in the steel grey that covers us today?  

A blue cloud‑sky‑ground eye

Oh so slowly opens, unblinking,

The beaten blanket being blown back in temporary retreat.  

At long last the overcast has been vanquished ‑‑

Contact with our star has been reestablished ‑‑

The world has been transformed from bleak to beautiful

By these developments in the eternal struggle

For domination of the battlefield in the heavens.