Northern Lights
"Northern Lights"
There’s a sliver
of northern lights
quietly and softly
dancing like those almost
invisible solemnly veils
worn at funerals by grieving women
I am stopped beside the river
listening to Neil Diamond’s rendition of Leonard Cohen’s
Hallelujah
Here in the darkness
I am haunted by memories
of them
my mom and dad’s families
my brothers
and my friends
behind that thin veil
are their almost
imperceptible stories
the song ends
my window has been open for some fresh air
and I am cold
I hear soft sounds in the sky
behind that silver veil
of northern lights.…
Personal note on poem: I often stop when I am driving on some back road in the middle of the night to look at the stars! On many of those occasions I think of those who have travelled to the next realm of life. Often I am lead to my dreams by the song or songs playing on my truck stereo. I am not alone and I know we all do this. Enjoy the drive....