NORTHERN
LIGHTS
The
Northern Lights are burning,
and
My Love for You
comes
sweeping across starkissed Midnight Skies
yearning
to be together again!
The
Northern Lights are turning
once
more into wheeling, cosmic lightshows,
as
our guardian angels celebrate with fire,
lighting
a billion touchpapers
while
we stand in wonder, watching.
The
Northern Lights are dancing,
they
call out across Hollywood neonscapes in the sky:
"Spread
your wings, babe, spread your wings and fly!
Dance,
dance your lovesong like you never did before!
Don't
let this sacred moment go by!
Let
your ecstatic body burn free,
This
time it's now, it'll never return!"
They
flicker, shimmering strobelights discodancing,
conspiring
with my soul to hit all the right
galactic
chords in unison with some
Great
Synchronized Orchestra.
The
Northern Lights are flaming!
they
signal to those
who
listen in lone vigil:
"God!
Here we come! We hear You come!"
I
tremble as Your auroras shoot and roar
across
glittering, thundering horizons,
echoing,
lighting up a billion nerve-ends,
synapses
just waiting to be turned on
as
Your lunar bride is consummated
on
Heaven's Flaming Altars tonight!"
The
Northern Lights are singing
but
what song do you hear?
When
they reach you in soft intimacies,
whispering
of Tomorrow's Dream that draws near,
what
will you do? Will you listen,
even
if you're lost, afraid and earthbound tonight
below
these Northern Lights?
RW,
21.XI.92.
Copyright, Rory Winter 2013
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