Night Lights

A poem about the northern lights.

On a silent stary night,
as I watch the dance of the lights,
I wonder in awe at the beauty
of the heavens at night.
Tho they are as day
with the lights of the North,
I sit here and wonder
if I am awake or dreaming.
Entranced by the waving light
that came from the North
I can only think of one thing,
that is: share it with someone I love.