Northern lights began to dance
with gossamer veils
Shimmering with silver light
Ever still
Radiant images
Gliding into one another
From the horizon to the dome of
the skies
The queen of the night with her
tiara of stars
Showed herself through the lights
As I stared mesmerised
I heard her voice in my head
Wake up dear wake up
One day it will all make sense
As for now hold the reins
And enjoy the ride
There’s no right or wrong
Only you make it so
Ride with your heart
And on the periphery of your
vision
Where sight meets intuition
You will find your way
Trust
Do what you do
Because it is your truth
Am I talking to you
Am I an illusion
She smiled enigmatically and faded
away
As Northern lights danced with
gossamer veils
Celia Paulo © 2003
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