The galaxy of ecstasy

The fine aurora

It is my seventh heaven,

that brightens my eyes,

giving colour to all that surrounds me.

It is its constant heart of grace that has me rooted,

wanting to wake up each morn to see that magic,

forsaking darkest corners where I hide,

and put the toils of life aside.

The darkness around me is like shadows,

shadows that deeply sink me into their mysterious mists.

I run to it, seeking its warmth when I am cold,

I run to it, because it is my only hope.

Pleasure then sinks in my veins tending to all my toil.

There was no navigating my way out of my worries,

Without it giving a better touch,

Piercing the darkness felt.

There was love in the light showered,

always holding it down, when it came down to it,

keeping its 10 toes down for me,

wrestle against the dark for me,

giving me a reason to love it each day.

I watched the aurora have its way,

restoring peace when plagued by the cruel mind.

When the sun set in the evening,

as it disappeared from view,

i saw it give its power to the moon,

i watched it and it didn’t give up on me.

It is out of pure habit that I run to it,

my sombre mood declining, giving me strength to act,

day by day changing my stance.

Whenever it spreads its glory in the air,

It saves me from perils of danger,

saves me from the darkness of the night.

To Mapalo Mukoma