Aurora Borealis
by Lawdenmarc Decamora
In life, we are playing with dangerous games: you, the witness
of the visiting vatnajökull now blushing pink in the atom sky
with the bright comedy of Frigg fooling the ashes of the colour,
and I, making a cryogenic favour to the moonless nights,
to the mountain echoes teasing tourists about salmon sparks
caught in the arctic splash of water balloons and whispering
endless cold, happen to see the world in your eyes—spinning
with the silence of earth. My eyes flower, semen of a star.
Photo Credit: Khalil Benihoud
