Auroras
There it was,
Barely visible against the moon and stars:
the north side of the sky,
Faintly tinged pink and purple,
I was afraid to blink,
Because when I opened my eyes,
It would have all been my imagination.
Reaching out across 94 million miles,
To embrace the Earth,
Trickling down our skies,
In greens, purples, and pinks.
I look up,
And I can’t hear the crickets,
I can’t see the trees,
Nor feel the grass beneath my feet.
It’s just me,
gazing
at a sunset at midnight.
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