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…
Of burning sight, we grow the flora,
From dancing light of my aurora.
A stunted garden, met with showers,
Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers.
In casting passion, bright the sky,
Of green and blue we share an eye.
The way of stars and trees alike,
Through boreal we join and hike.
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
magical night sky
aurora borealis
closest to heaven
gods light show
native to greenland
faeries and pixies
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
Moon goddess of Aurora Borealis
Tidal pull consternates the gods
Mercury in retrograde spins the planet
Celestial passions on parade
Cosmic energy hovers over the mountains
Mystical meanderings make melodic music
Moon goddess oversees Icelandic influences
All is right in the Nordic world tonight
belle verdant in blue
prodigal blazing image
polar aurora
A one-dimensional photo cannot capture the beauty of Aurora Borealis
Mere ordinary everyday words could never explain these feelings.
I stare into God’s Iceland oasis sf blues, greens and purples
My heart and soul want to draw or write of it,
My muse knows better, she is too intimidated to get started
We both understand that there is only one entity who is
capable of drawing or painting it.
I put down my pen and lie back to enjoy
this ultimate gorgeous sky which can never be lived or felt
in the best of poetry, music, artwork or song.
Aurora Borealis, the work of the Master Artist.
magic skies blue sea
beautiful lights are trailing
sailing at midnight
colors everywhere
time's come to the mellow hour
when all dreams flower
glory of nighttime
absent sun spreads such splendor
looks like smooth sailing
When the solar winds stir magic
Unleashed beauty a riot of colour
It undulates and swells, ecstatic
In darkness I stand and wonder
Colours sublime capture my mind
Turmoil of life far, far away
Life on hold not counting time
Arura Borealis forever and a day
They came dancing without rules,
fervent visitants, fanning flamingo dresses of furious prisms,
figments so lustrous, figurantes in gleeful percussive permutations,
Their luminous spectral syncopation dazzling against a stark dark vista,
against the opaque nocturnal skyline, against all the bruises of one’s psyche.
They came dancing.
They were currents of tormented effulgence, wave upon wave,
a rocky glistening sea, a silent tumultuous celebration.
To behold is to be enraptured, to abandon all wretchedness,
to suspend all awareness of the human capacity for cruelty.
In the flood of the flaming sky, one is lifted by inexplicable wings,
by the ballroom careening intoxication.
They came dancing without rules.
Greens attached to clouds swirling
Cameras snapping with eyes gazing
Awe running though the mind intriguing
Capturing a moment in time never returning
Upon the stage, curtains wave and part;
halos arise from black velvet canvas,
an aurora-lime dance.
Arced streamers among the nimbus
lends it’s flavors of cherry and orange,
personality to a taste of the ethers.
A display of lavender-pink tones gift
electric kisses and join the promenade.
A luminous do-see-do sparks crescendo,
a gods warm breath upon the northern winds
and the waters echo the notes
sung by the goddess of the dawn.
She dines and dances her masterpiece
upon heaven’s canvas.
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