As the colors swam across the sky
pink, green and blue dancers
blazing elusive trails through the stars
they seemed to shoot right through me
and lift everything I’ve ever felt into their arms
– how could they fly so effortlessly?
the pain and bruises, joy and mundane
lost lovers and missed opportunities
childhood memories and pending dreams
still lingering in my drying veins
vaporized into a single thread of sighing crystals
nimbly floating higher over the moonscape hills
finding their way towards heaven
aboard the northern lights
Heather Condren 