NORTHERN LIGHTS SPIRIT OF THE NIGHT


In the night I stand alone
the air is cold as it is born
deep silence fills the air
as if the world is sleeping

This will not be seen in the light of day
there is not a sound in the silence
we speak not a whisper in
the light above in the northern skies

I know I have been here before
I stood on this same hill I am told
I stand transfixed as I watch
from heaven a light none can compare
Blues painted only by the Masters hand
He shares

As the winds carry the lights
beyond the sun
the night fades away
with its brilliance bright
The spirit I have seen this Night

I have seen the lights so bright
I will sleep in quiet peace this night
Till I see those lights again
I hear the sounds of northern nights
And see the beauty of Northern Lights

© KC Sievert 1991
revised 2008