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
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
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.
these wispy particles
dissipated like the first rays on fog,
a sky on fire,
then flickering, and
The Goddess of the Dawn sleeps
as the Great Bear falls.
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