Northern Lights

The eerie and unearthly silence fills the air.
The wind--the only thing there is to hear.
But it is not the only thing to feel.

Staring at the spectrum of lights,
My shadow cast-off by the sudden spark,
The rest of the world seemed to disappear.

Looking at that sight made me feel small,
Knowing then that that is what I have always been.
But that, which has made me weak, gave me strength.

The different colors--beautiful and vivid,
Some of which were indescribable,
wrapped the skies with its magnificence.

My heart feels a certain kind of joy;
Joy that cannot be found in this mortal realm
Peace, serenity, solemnity... I have found.

A dream it may have been, but a dream so uncanny.
I bring myself back there in times of confusion.
Oh, how I wish I could truly see the Northern Lights.