Aurora Is A Voice

Human perception is laden in Frailty Yet they receive the most wonderful signs! A raindrop's kiss A finch's melody Or sounds envisioned but heard not! Like the waves of the Aurora That silent, echoing voice Quivering above in neons levitating Undulating languidly to a song too far Or… Maybe too pure? A rhythm for sure; I watched it dance Amidst a chorus banned from man Teals of Freedom Violets of Spirit Blues of Heaven All calling out as I watched in silence I prayed for Ear's turn But Sky kept on playing its symphony And I watched the song