Aubade

in aurora’s mist
with the darkness of the night seeping up from the ground

you wake
like the sun
scorching the mist of dreams


I had held you like tenebrous arctic skies
inebriated in your shimmering wind
swirling along magnetic lines
I called you Aurora

you were mine while
I held you open-eyed


we sleep
our quiet inspiration a cresting like the morning

slow expiration parts
our lips,
breath twined
milky in the cold
as morning mist

lit like an aurora in the first light


you wake
like the sun forgetful
of night's morning