Poetry: Northern Lights

Auroras and feelings

Up above the northern clouds,

there is a magic show.

Skies light up,

With an amazing glow.

People call it,

Auroras!

Lord,

Promise me that,

you shall,

Let me see them.

With the ones,

I call dears.

Had they voices,

they’d whisper,

Into our ears.

Help me get,

What they have to say.

For I can see,

more than blue,

purple and green so bright.

Allow me to caress them,

For every cypher of those lights,

Seem to have alot to say.

Desperate to recall,

a dream where auroras,

danced in front of my eyes.

Lord,

Make me best of their friends.

Before I leave this world,

with guilt over heart,

And sadistic byes.

Up above the northern clouds.

There is a magic show.

Skies light up,

With an amazing glow.

People call it,

Auroras!