the very first time i looked up to the sky,
it was dark, and it was scary— still, i tried.
the world was so cruel, and my mind was in chaos
but someone told me, “it’ll be the most brilliant darkness in our eyes”
darkness has never felt this comforting before
so warm, it feels like home. so accepting it feels like a hug.
since then, i never took my eyes off darkness
because i know, it’ll be the most brilliant in our eyes.
someone told me darkness would be the most brilliant in our eyes :]
I wan't to draw a brush stroke,
paint over my baddest feeling.
I wan't to hold my heart,
you know only for a little while
to really see that it's beating.
I wan't to be one with time,
play tag with my thoughts.
Try to make the time twisted
read a book that is not yet written.
I wan't to be able crying
without my eyes beeing wet,
that can't be touched yet.
In tough moments
I wan't to be able taking the fights.
But what I really want is
dancing the moonwalk in the northern lights.
I shall go up north,
as north as I could possibly go,
trekking the wilderness of darkened hue,
to have a little adventure with you.
Shining lights from everywhere,
as dark a sky as it were,
greens and blues of a multi-color fare,
I wish I can be there to enjoy your every flare.
Tiny disturbances can be so magnetic,
causing an atmosphere to become electric,
as far as the elves have been to arctic,
I bet I haven’t seen anything more mystic.
You looked like the wishful green master
that was ready to grant all my wishes, yet
seeing you up close was a
dream that was more than all my wishes fulfilled.
Maybe, you really are that genie from a bottle. :)
Up at the poles,
towards the north of the north,
in those magical skies,
exists a Goddess called Aurora Borealis.
Full of her vivid electromagnetic charm,
and her luminous green path of pure sheer light,
appeared in my dreams and whispered in my ears,
"Why don't you join me here for a night?"
I said I wish I could but I have a responsibility to bear,
She replied, " C'mon now sweet girl, your job is right here.
Channel your energy through me and I will give you everything you desire."
I agreed to her and closed my eyes,
of course, how would I repudiate the Goddess of Dawn and Ice?
Lifting my head in surprise,
following her line of sight,
far off the velvety night.
She came close to me and whispered, " But what is it that you no longer fear?"
I opened my eyes in surprise to only watch her disappear,
and that is when I realized,
it's time to dream higher than the Ionosphere.
Let me escape in to the night,
Dance with the Northern Lights
Flow in the universe
without shape or form,
i miss the magic
i miss the mystery
in the everlasting unknown
You know that feeling, when you would just like to escape from the everyday mundane tasks. When you have gotten use to everything around you, so nothing really amazes you anymore, because you're exhausted.. And you'd like to just take a second and close your eyes, reimagine and recreate the way you see everything, just be still and flow with the stream of your core. The place that's unknown.
I hold onto the hope that someday I will see them. Those lights drug across the sky by a goddess with her water colour brush. Greens and blues and pinks that dance a star's song into being while the sky stretches and wakes up and prepares to host this fit of brilliance. When people down below lift their eyes to the heavens. Irises are filled and reflect a dazzling champagne of pastels which God has created. He wants to say 'I love you' and could think of no better way than this expression. Where snow gives way to reflective ice and the shiny sparkles slide silently through the night. It is the visual of the heart when in love, and it lights up the night like the first beautiful moment of a stage being brought to life. The conductor lifts his hands and a radiant explosion surrounds the audience. Music is not needed and none will ever accurately describe it. Few will see this spectacularity because the auroras only reveal themselves to the minds that wander and the hands that reach towards heaven.
An arrangement of seductive lights
Illuminating every one of our nights
A selection of your finest wine
But this time with no fine
Speaking nothing but words of love
Looking at the starts up above
I close my eyes and remember those nights
Looking up at the northern lights.
Does a true love really exist or do we just hope that it does ?