Poetry: Illuminating

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On a frozen night, 

I once saw the Great Bear rise. 

Then I froze 

as darkness stirred

the Goddess of the Dawn. 

Wisps of magic

descended 

from a silent expanse, 

as vast shimmering arcs

swooped above silent shadows 

that speckled the white satin sea.

Translucent reds, pure pinks and greens;

hazy violets and blues swished

and swirled 

                  and danced, 

then charged

headlong across the deep black velvety void, 

billowing like sails.

Some say they are the old souls,

whispering across the years

and riding the solar wind

for an eternity of light. 

Humbled and rooted 

by nature’s brilliance, I watched,

eyes wide, now aware of my insignificance.

Suddenly, 

these wispy particles

dissipated like the first rays on fog,

fizzling first, 

                    a sky on fire,

then flickering, and 

then

             they were

gone. 

 

The Goddess of the Dawn sleeps

as the Great Bear falls.

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