Her name flows off my lips so easily.
Aurora.
Her face drowns out all misery.
Aurora.
Her touch lights the darkness here around.
Aurora.
Her voice touches my heart with its sound.
Aurora.
Aurora is calling.
I can hear her in the night.
Aurora is singing.
The stars dance in delight.
Aurora is coming.
She shines so bright.
Aurora.
Have you come to answer my pleas?
Aurora.
Can you see me falling to my knees?
Aurora.
Aurora. Aurora venit.
Aurora.
Aurora. Aurora venit.
December, 1989
Steve Morgan