You bring to mind the shining Aurora,
with skies so fired, they nullify sunset,
icefloes so azure, seas frown envious,
to do you justice takes more than sonnet.
How well I recall the blaze of your kiss,
a lightning flash revealing precipice,
a speaking in tongues urging awakening,
a stop to what seemed incessant aching.
You are for me an Antarctic summer,
the welcome wet of a melting glacier,
the long-winged wheeling of an albatross
the Midnight Sun atop the Southern Cross.
As solar winds bring forth bright Aurora,
so you conjure brightest, boundless summer.
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Borealis Love
PoetryLove - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to...
