Aura of an Aurora

scrutinizing a celestial storm
building slow
beneath where angels shuffle

an aurora forms
born of a race of indigo
induce angles to scuttle

aerosols ignite into ember
exhaled from the breath of quasars
onto the flesh of a Australis

uttering in a teal and turquoise timbre
flanked by a glitterati of stars
whispering what it is trying to tell us

from the opposite end of earth through a Borealis
writing in detail
on contrails in italic

contorted by the Coriolis
under a veil
and I grab it

and place it in my pocket
in the sea of dreams swimming
where my fingers fumble throughout the day

on life's locket
till sploshes of lemon
chase the auroras away...