Northern Lights

I am the white of a winter night,
Curling it's cool fingers in my hair
As if a ghost
Dared to touch,
To feel the heart aching warmth of life
One more tormenting time

I am the lavender when oceans and dusk
Combine within microscopic flames,
Elegant in their dance
Yet agonizing to touch,
Observers warned to keep their distance
Or pay the price

I am the red born from a smoky sunset
Crystallizing in a fox's fur
As he survives through
Scavenging and sneaking
Barely hanging on
By our blood stained claws

I am the grey manifested by dark clouds
The shine of blinding arrays when
Lightning strikes,
Entrancing, burning
Every creature within sight
As the downpour of rain whispers

I am the blue in a child's eyes,
Glowing with hope and a childish
Will to make all those before us
Smile, even at the cost of our own cold,
Indigo lips
And bruised knees

I am the green seen in a dying leaf -
As life tries to linger within it's veins
But the war is already over
And we can only watch as the beauty
In death
Begins to trickle into our broken roots

I am the ebony leaking from a shattered pen,
Lost ideas scribbled on paper,
Colors leaking from the edges to form
A reef of altered shades
Stealing the breath from everything with a hue
And holding it within myself,
To paint over the cracks in my eyes
For I am not a reflection of light -

But a black hole