Dance Aurora Dance

When holding a lover on winter's night,
look to see if you're making love in Aurora's light.
Her many arms of refraction glow,
Scientists think yet creative minds know.

Cool is the feel but warm is the way through the frozen stillness of early March. Atop Mother Earth, I witness a polar reach from the horizon north, a vertical leap for the darkness of space. Aurora's hands guide coloured light, sleeves, stands of soft silk that sway in an underwater current of the northern sky.

Cool is the air but warm is my breath that softens the view in front of me. I hold my breath, feel the chill and behold the dancer before me.

Cool is the feel but warm is the hue and like fire, She leaps up and tries to grasp the tail of the great bear in one hand and the archer's arrow in

the other as it passes through Orion. Her reach falls short but not in vain as Her fabric of light fades in the distance of space, never to return. She tries again, this time for Her Grandmother, the moon. Against a stage of endless blue, abstract transparent forms leap and fall while others shoot across the night, a dance of light, Her dance in flight. Maybe She'll reach the face that reflects lunar light and with a gentle warm hand embrace it.

Cool is the look but warm is now the feel that touches us all in a dance of colour and light.

When holding a lover after this coming August rain,
look north to see the dance of Aurora again.

©WRM