Sunday, April 14, 2013

A Night Without Northen Lights

From my roof I sought the northern lights The moon shone silver in the clear night keeping the aurora borealis out of sight banning the promised show from a city too bright. clouds soon blanketed the heavens with a soft white disappointed I descended from the the roof's heights to my room and drink beer to soften the plight of man's futile search for the northern lights and I don't have to rythme anything with beer, because the dance of the sky is always there after the sixth beer.

No comments: