Swept Into Aurora
The nets of my eyes cast out,
wide peering, through the night,
an adaptation of self –
morphing to the call of Northern Lights,
wispy, ethereal breath fading into a mass,
tears dribble at such beauty,
wonderwall hit me, please.
Seep into quintessential times,
here, there, and of yesteryear,
as the earth unbound such radiance,
we have yet to consume –
a untainted, keepsake love,
we all wish to have –
some form of,
human or otherwise.
Let the ribbons of our veins,
drain with your loveliness,
filling the skies –
a magnificent spectral of art,
the art of life a perfect dawn,
and we call you Aurora,
reflecting such effulgence,
if only we could be rapt,
straight into your smokey trails,
As breath taking as the Aurora.
Thank you Lady Day!
Your wonderwall of words DID hit me! Beautiful!
Thank you Memoirs of a Dragon! “Wonderwall of words” love it! That gave me a big smile. 🙂
Another spectacular word! Thank you George!
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