where trumpets blare and angels sing
illusory winds swept me northwesterly
carrying me from one destination to the next
as if I had no idea where I would land
or how I could have possibly arrived there
gravity eluded me and I wondered
whether I was dead or alive
had I mysteriously grown my own wings
soaring on my own accord
or was I hitched to the back of some
wild and magical invisible creature
approaching the magnetic pole
flight patterns give way to controlled chaos
disappearing into mystical aurora
casting me back to where I once started
july two thousand eighteen
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The aurora shines
We are drawn to its glory
The god spot of gold
lovely haiku, Denise ~ thank you for sharing
your words inspired. I am not sure if you know, I love the Aurora. Like to imagine I will end into eternal light, as part of it.
This reminds me of The Neverending Story, and Harry Potter of course.
Thanks for commenting on this piece, Shawna.
Just stunning ❤️
I’m happy you think so, Shan, thank you very much.