.:Aurora Borealis:.

 

We were made of starlight,

and we danced with the monsters in the middle of the night,

catching fireflies and praying for the afterlife,

“Is there anything after this life, tonight?”

The question bleeds from your eyes…

Just keep me warm,

my heart in your open arms

the rest of me in the morgue

rotting in the ground with the rest of my world…

“Sing me to sleep?”

Is just a joke that we made, 

tongue in cheek

because we know there’s no rest for the rest of our lives

yeah, we’ll get it with time

“Please don’t close your eyes.”

There’s much more left to see

there’s much more to me

at least for tonight…

We were made of starlight,

and we danced with the monsters in the middle of the night,

don’t you dare close your eyes 

even hell is a sight to behold,

and I’ve been told

even we’ll hold the key eventually

but for tonight, by my side,

you’ll dance with the monsters and turn off the lights.

Man or machine

at last you’ll see me in technicolor

and I’ll no longer have to wander the world,

searching for the same light that I saw in your eyes

tonight…

 

– Savannah

An aside, Dear Reader:

I hear this as more of a song than a poem, quite a few words and lines are repeated because with repetition comes emphasis. Can you find the story within the story? Many of my longer works are inspired by events in my life…the people, and places. But there are a select few that feel more like an ode to whatever Muse haunts me…and in those moments, I remember that artists of every kind are more in touch with the world around them. We see the world in ultra-technicolor, or grey and dismal. Which inspires you?

Never give up on your dreams. Everyone has someone that believes in them. And  believe in you.

 

 

 

 

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