Aurora
Dances
through the night
With
lights fantastic
Dazzling
Mesmerizing
Or is
it Eos
An
Aeon of eons
Doing
what comes naturally
Not a
magnetic storm
But
A
calming of the storms
Of
gently grace
Indescribable
A
gentle hand
Waving
a magic wand
Polarizing
While
we gently sleep
Till
dawns first light
At
waking
Or was
it a dream
Illusion
Fantasy
Beauty
So
splendid
Imagination
could not
Conjure
its existence
Yet it
is there
Reality
from dusk to dawn
These castles
of the air
Where
wishes are created
Through
tangible thoughts
In
fluid prisms
Orchestrating
A new
day
Woven
just for you
Cathy
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