Farrewell To Pristine Auroras

I bid farewell to pristine auroras upon the backdrop of a still clear sky Venus rising from the distance, the harbinger of light and shadow. Intricate shades of pink sprawled across the arhed span like strands beneath a canopy white pavilion. My nascent thoughts heckling within yesterdays lingered aimlessly in the wind. I muse, the sounds of flickering embers ascend like orangey chariots amid the chilled winter solstice. Lucid crystalline firmaments, enigmatic spheres, pierce snowy-capped billows, as red nights glare through open space. I sense the storm of illusions, sweltering mirages, a barage of hail on aromatic nightfalls of December months, breathless, scintillating, enthralled; I gaze by the ocean's bay. O slumbering moon that lies on the sable atmosphere, your bright beams athwart the brazen tides; tell me where the crescent precipice leads, though heaven's brow suspended upon this nothingness, emptiness thereof. I bath in seas of pearls. Sapphire stars of clustering formations flaring bejeweled constellations among ceaseless mysteries, algorithms as space and time. Immortal realms of reams in the deep shapeless rays of color, and a thousand spinning pulsars divide by atract rings of motion as I bid farewell to pristine auroras.