The sky and me

Serene silvery shore~ stones warm from the day’s last sun, driftwood curled like forgotten letters, and the tide returning, slow and certain. Above, the aurora unfolds like someone remembering a soft love story told only in pastel colors. Oh, northern lights~ hurry not! stretch more and scatter, wrap me in the silent night before you vanish as if you weren't there. I stand still, salt on my skin, watching the sky dissolve into the sea.