by A Pleasants
This is dedicated to my Aurora, my northern lights. She was a wonderful black lab who stole the heart of everyone who met her. She died this past year from cancer at twelve. I hope to god there is a rainbow bridge. She was a better friend to me than I ever was to her.
Aurora Borealis
(So named because at her birth the northern lights were seen the farthest south so far ever recorded.)
My little girl is gone from here.
She is riding the tides of the northern lights.
She is licking the fingers of the Polaris Star.
She is waiting for me.
I am trudging through the blackened hearts of fire scarred forests.
I am floundering in treacherous drifts of snow.
I am crossing ice tormented rivers
Enveloped in the swirl of a midnight sun.
I ache for my shadowy girl, my perfect compass.
My little girl, my northern lights, my Polaris.
She walked next to me, showed me the silent vocabulary
That vibrates between the satellite and planet,
binary stars; she and me.
Pure gold under her lovely black coat.
As the sun slowly drags her tresses into the horizon
As night climbs high, I will see her:
The northern star is born into the twilight
She grows strong for me the darker the night.
She stretches out the ribbons of silent rustling
Green - red, loose sheets of light billowing
in the atmosphere. A road way,
a northern rainbow.
She will meet me, and we will walk together.
The snow will be but a dusting,
the forest a green swirl perfumed in pine
And the rivers will laugh in rivulets, free.