Flowing; not a flicker,
Just pure, flowing light.
Smooth; coming in thicker,
All rife with tranquil might.

Bright, filling up the sky
With tidal waves of glow,
Its dance in thickest night
Awash with graceful flow.

Burning, like a fire,
Pulsing blue and green.
Expanding its empire,
Yet most remains unseen.

Its high tide slowly cedes, at last,
And doesn't stain the sky
As star-strewn night time fields
Enter in the moon's bright eye.