Aurora
A Poem
POETRY IS THE HEART AND SOUL
Aurora
She stalks behind the sky
sometimes sleeping, sleepwalking
A million years creeping
never talking, ever weeping
Her tears swell within the well of clouds,
drip into the land, stale poison
Almost tame, to her hand
which dips through to take them back
Her pearls, but they slip
Her time is up
They sweep across the heavens
as she falls, again, to sleep
Poetry is the heart and soul of literature.