Northern Lights
Slipping into warmth, rescued from the chill;
Immersed in soothing water. Beyond all
futile chatter, assessing eyes, confusion.
Voices now halted before words can emerge.
Another glow follows and another.
Colour radiant as a new mother, then a
beam surges to earth, piercing the silence
where the breeze fights to be felt.
We join hands beneath the surface
which ripples in anticipation.
Starlight laps on waves and dances
towards the moon that pursues it.
Nightlight bathes our faces
in this most serene of spaces.
Kissed by a million constellations
amongst bubbles that will never burst.
Maria Stephenson writing about an item yet-to-be-ticked off the ‘living bucket list.’