Aurora

A witness
to the
breathing canvas,
my eyes
can only
gaze
skyward,
wandering the
heavens in
prismatic disbelief.
The questions
fade into
nothingness,
as I am
filled
with wonder.
The reincarnation
of her
is within
this silence.
I dreamt
that heaven
could not
hold her.
I see her
spill
into the
velvet backdrop
of night.
I
have become
the believer.
She
has become
The Aurora.

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1. Linn Garden says:

   I really enjoyed the imagery in this poem Sita well done on creating a picture for the reader that allows you to feel the energy of the written word..
   Linn