I walked the streets of the Northern Lights,
and photographed the arc of the sky--
It seemed much brighter than I'd ever known,
a wondrous haze just floating by.

Today I sit in the church alone,
while many others passed by my sight--
I lit a candle in the corner row,
as I 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,
reaching for stars and places unknown.

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