Vapors of emerald and jade ribbon the hauntingly beautiful sky,
and I sat in wonder, transfixed, mesmerized
For me, it moved, more like danced
to a melody that only the heavens could hear
For it moved me, danced into my soul
with a melody that only my heart could hear
I imagine it laughing, humming, just being alive—
brilliant as it only knows how
I see it celebrating life, loving it
Wisps, streaks, bands, of love and of light
a genius embracing, swirling the unknown vastness
I feel that there was eclectic music playing,
finding it impossible that there would be none.
I have looked into it, but I don’t think I can ever fully grasp it,
of how it is about the ions of the Sun, magnetism and the air
of colliding and bursting into light,
glowing into this curtain of inspiring awe and Color....
Heaven's jewels of amethyst, emerald, sapphire and ruby
Raining, swaying, gyrating in that blessed Infinite onyx Sky
It amazes me, just plain ‘ol stumps me
of how something that I have seen only on paper, on the screen
has fascinated me, touching me this deeply
without actually ever witnessing it in person.
It speaks beyond the image and the pixels,
inexplicably reaching something within me, beyond me,
staying with me even after time has crawled past
It does so by simply being what it is, and of what it has shown me:
An inspiration, a friend,
a well, a window, hmmm, make that a fascinating door to things unperceived
A radiant light with soul.
I see it as a pondering poet with his captivating words and thought,
a feeling artist who chose to paint with vivid lights and energy,
a loving father experimenting with his children about ink and water.
I may not fully understand the Northern Light, it is an enigma
how it moves, how it glows
if there is even a sound that goes with it, or if there is only silence.
Is it crazy how I’ve always wanted to write about this radiance,
but never found the right words?
I struggle with elucidating it, even now, but I currently try to reflect that glow
Might be a mediocre attempt, but still from my heart.
I have seen how this brilliance
has touched other people in different ways and magnitudes,
and the emotion rising from within me
is heartfelt gratefulness,
that I was blessed enough to feel it,
to catch glimpses of it even for a fleeting while.
No, not in Whitehorse, but only through filters of screen and virtual paper...
But I cherish this beautiful Light with a Soul,
and I know, I feel that I will alwyas, always do.