The dying sun gives birth to the night,
the stars glittering with their eternal light.
In the north a glow, a living rainbow,
moving, shifting, an incredible show.
Leaping and dancing in the ebony sky
with a life all its own, beauty alive.
Like flames of a fire, a celestial pyre,
flickering, shifting, and reaching ever higher.
The Master’s artistry in the heavens, painted with light,
a masterpiece writhing through the passage of night.
Such infinite splendor conceived, only God could achieve,
such incredible majesty, the Northern Lights.
A dark night canvas over the North,
swirls a fountain of myriad colors.
Changing shades in majestic slither,
a cascade of light in the flagrant skies.
Pale purple waves dance in symphony
with the moonwalk of pink roses in green,
Specks of silver shimmering in gentle lilt
like phosphorus angels in perfect style.
Hundred million stars in their lunar glow
beams of wilderness in a chromatic oasis
Discarded dreams in my nebula heart
A fantasy is born from the celestial souvenir.
Cosmic hues of the Aurora Borealis
Unforgettable moments only reminisce.
GREY.
"Life is not black or white; it is the agony of grey."
“I can’t do this”, she said. With an unveiling frown,
“I can’t deal with all this” but the treasons were filled with all her absurd,
The voice that used to occupy my crown,
Now echoes with these ‘final words’,
Those silent whispers are now haunted by the night’s prey,
My face like a fugitive’s note looking for her in grey,
How does it feel to leave me with a voice, no one to hear?
To leave me with joy, but no one to share?
You’ve left me a life, but no one to care,
And left me in a reality worse than my fear
I fell in for your autumn dust lure,
The Aurora Borealis once dreamt now frozen beneath,
and you became the wildfire to what we couldn’t endure,
I drown and drown deep in the heath,
Through the rush of life, I carve my way,
My face is mirror of you looking for you in grey…
pale light resplendent
moon over fallen drizzle
new day dawning fades
Inside penumbra light holding hands fairies dance
Silhouetted to the backdrop of an evening sky
Viridescent trees softly whisper
Vacuously standing side by side
In those shrouded places where fairies take a stand.
Wings of power wings of light hear their magic song
If you wanna fly with me
If you wanna ride with me
Believe in your own wings and remember to be strong
Trust yourself, when your searching for that hidden door
Dance until the moon sighs
Dance until the moon plies
Inside the penumbra light the fairies dance and dance
Silhouetted against the greenish glow of an Aurora sky.
The colors so bright,
the sky shines tonight.
Dances under moonlit hues.
In purples and pinks,
as stars gleam in blinks.
Floating clouds appear chartreuse.
Her gifts are rare gems,
like prisms playing stems.
Aurora's prismatic kiss.
Her treasures at night,
are such a delight.
Gives us wonderment and bliss!
Clearly a misguided romance can cause great grieve,
but chances that’s forgone chafes, cheating
us out of the possibility of our chivalry
in an hour of need.
Youthful, yet ambitious, yearning triumphs.
At least we have the long, lingering kisses
to sustain us, fussing over nothing.
Making a wish on aurorae
(nearly as awesome as you),
is an awful waste of our precious time together
in the autumnal period of our lives.
When all is said and done,
when the world winds down
and soft sound persists,
love of you is
lauded in
song.
Afloat in a river of stars,
Ecstasy knits the raft of thoughts,
A destination is what I seek,
Sailing away mindlessly, expecting the waters to speak.
The water calmly paves the way ahead,
As the fog of disturbance clears.
Hesitation takes bravery’s stead,
A detour that feeds on our fears.
Darkness fills the air,
It shadows the glorious sheen.
The magnificent aurora- my trail ahead,
Now had been swept off the scene.
Left with no light and soul within,
An icy breeze blankets this shell of mine.
Out speaks a voice so thin,
‘Endings are where new things begin.’
Just being whimsical, needing more
tomorrows..
not enough smiles and side glances
allow this one request
to forget yesterday's sorrows
and last chances.
Taught me to talk without words
just holding your hand
a heartbeat pulse tellin' me,
ev'rything's gonna be
alright.
Swept up in my arms, deep
into my baby blues
where internal storm brews
Edith singing no regrets...
how 'bout you?
Light as aire, heh, just a feather that day
both carried away,
oh how I wish you woulda,
wish you coulda
stayed.
Sometimes, when light fades
space closes in aurora borealis
to phase shifted night
remember all static electric nights..
only sometimes.
electrifying
when peering through earth's skylight
angels love the sight
effects arising
from hued sun so far and near
like scent of rose dear
magical with moon
above crisp snow and pine trees
nature's mysteries
skies largely maroon
with pastels of the spectrum
night's ageless stardom
As I sit here on this cold winter night, there is dark and slience all around, snow and ice are all I see. With my camera in hand, or gloves I should say, I wait for your arrival. Its been a year since I last saw your glorious light, or witnessed your dance through the night sky. To see the green, purple, and red you bring. As I sit here on this cold winter night, I start to see you dancing in the sky, its a glorious sight as you have finally arrived: Aurora All Around
As I sit here on this cold winter night, I hear your sound, so peaceful and quiet, yet loud and roaring just like you. I remember when I first saw you on a cold winter night, it was then that I new this place was home. That every year I would sit and wait for you to come, your northern lights shining in the sky. I take some pictures, of course they do no justice to your dancing delight. Nothing but peace I feel, as I sit here on this cold winter night
magical night sky
aurora borealis
closest to heaven
gods light show
native to greenland
faeries and pixies
Aurora da Alma
Aos amigos
se atribui
serem
a alma da
aurora
de cada dia.
São as pessoas
amigas
que acordam
alegrias,
acalmam as dores,
aliviam os temores.
Amizade
é a força,
é a fé que
se vê.
Cosmos dances twirl and spin as I check.
My opinion become profound and deep.
I find myself thinking about day peck.
Cosmos dances twirl and spin as I check.
When I have the chance to observe the speck
I saw a chasm with my own eyesight leap.
Cosmos dances twirl and spin as I check.
My opinion become profound and deep.
Written: May 27, 2023
AURORA
WASHINGTON
Far from the valley,
On the other side I saw you;
It was like watching A beauty through an alley, I wondered if it was a mirage or real;
Slowly-Slowly I went on the other side, To be in the presence of your Highness; &
When I arrived you just hide,
I searched to find your Kindness;
When I finally found you,
I breathed in the delicate fragrance of Aurora Flower, their Sweet perfume filling my senes;
Just to feel your Presence I felt that I am in a cue,
As I gazed into your Eyes I wondered Aurora in the Scandinavian Sky from a Tower;
The moment when I heard your voice,
It sounded like the singing of Hummingbirds;
Dusk was on The Verge; I don't wanted to leave but I have No choice,
Everything I gazed & heard still I remember like I have never herd
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