Walking the path of the Northern Lights,
I photographed the arc of the sky;
Seeming brighter than I'd ever known,
as a glowing stream of stars whisked by.

Today I sat in the church alone,
as many others passed by my sight;
I lit a candle in the corner row,
and felt a wave of silent night.

Where can I go to ease this loss?
the best of my friends is gone;
The loneliness engulfs my soul,
fearing never to see the dawn.  

If only she were by my side,
the Northern Lights would shine for us;
And picture-perfect we would be,
like kindred spirits in outer space.