From this prompt about the Enigma Variations -- although as ever not directly from that... I came the long way around.
A blue star rises, and who of us can say
out by the horizon, electric blue ink
a sky uniquely annotated dawning
its own way and who of us can say
what a day like this may mean
one pale, bluish star, low in the brightening sky
I watch you stir your tea I watch
you watch my eyes we're drawing nearer
covertly, through a fall of hair
a blue star might rise unprecedented
just there in its own way on a day
with the horizon not so far away
you tie your hair back firmly with a string
out by the horizon
I greet you properly, a public display
what passes as normal, we're unaliened
and our funny ways strange no more
a blue star rises and all unmanned,
unwomanned, freshly peopled...
we walk out hands held
into the new world, bravely
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