Saturday, 8 June 2013

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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