Aurora

I saw last night the glancing blow
A megaburst of solar flare
Made brushing the magnetic field
Above the arctic's frozen air.

Solar flares do not take note
Of tiny objects nearing them.
Pure energy could not care less
Our little planet touched its hem.

But at a touch what sudden glory
Blazed like crystal, greened and burned,
Shook me with interstellar zero,
Tilted, curtained, arced...then turned!

The universe, cold, vast, eternal,
And void as death...though deathless,
Had struck a spark, as from a sandal,
And parting, left me breathless.

Could energy, time, and pure dimension
Create these glories...all minds above,
Apparently without intention?
No! For they made you, my love!