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