Once in cold night chanced
while green lights entranced.
The Aurora danced
Through northern skies.
The darkness was rent
As awe did invent,
Music that's silent.
Broken by sighs.
Yet hearts have been thrilled
By lights that have chilled.
Immensity filled
With stars and light.
It lifts spirit's woe,
Fantastical show,
Ephemeral flow
Spinning through night.
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Poetical odds and sods
PoetryThis is the bits and pieces that have fallen out of my head. Sometimes rhyming, sometimes rhythmic, and always with a bit of tongue in cheek.
