when buried down
as we are
up north, in the midnight sky, alive.
breathtakingly lonely and excited;
scents of pine cocoon our bodilessness.
down here, upon our backs, as we are, peerless
peering up, up,
up into the midnight sky.
all the while,
permitting the Iris of God,
in brilliant violets of blues & ice-green gleams...
to peer down, down,
down into our grateful souls.
God's whispers to us this night
with liquid whispers of love & light,
to
bathe us clean in satin, soulful, strokes.
Aurora Borealis
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