We stood in awe

of the celestial

apparition.

We Pointed

guiding words

of wonder.

The glowing curtain

danced and skipped

in the northern sky.

It hung nervous

in its translucent

evening gown.

The ghost furled

in the folds of

the wind.

Together we strained

to see the mystery

of us.

For my son Nathan on his 23rd birthday.  23rd?!  Ah time, you have aged me again.

© Gerald Allen Barrett