Mists of Silver Aurora

The sky is illuminated by red harvest moon By the river rages typhoon Man in straw hat plays his melancholic tune Red aura like fire glows from by moon illuminated dune Grain is green and gold Sings ballad of the old Silver nirvana near by the grain will unfold Unknown mist is wonder to behold That procession of lights Seems to almost put physical pressure on air at nights The almost aquatic aurora senses delights As surreal feeling is created by untold number of colorful dendrites No loss of biological momentum is the key To beyond surreal majesty Of tiny silver mists of light flouting free Force greater then greatest billows of the entire sea The ghostly column of mist reaches the heaven More power than in the middle of Armageddon For stranded soul beacon That makes the very gates of hell weaken