Aurora

An ode to the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights

Aurora...

Mistress.

Fleeting...

Wild and free.

Your touch of light and you're light of touch,

Rare and enigmatic in your glow,

leaving me breathless...

Not stones, but glances are cast from this glass window.

Spring winds and summers kiss tempt me with their siren song.

But Aurora...in your dancing fingers this wanderers heart belongs...