Sometimes
When I look at you
I feel as though I’m a little girl again,
Standing behind my old apartment
In the middle of the night
And you’re this strange
Beautiful
Wandering green light
And you have no idea I see you
Because the Northern Lights aren’t concerned
With tiny little girls
The Northern Lights can dance and swirl
Any direction they please
And you have the sky
You have the night
And you can move
At the speed of light
And I stand
Craning my neck
And trying
To comprehend you
And I have
So
Many
Questions.
When I was little
I could
Ask my father
Or
Open a book
And read about
Aurora Borealis
Reality
Is something that becomes
Clearer every day
But it’s no less magical
And maybe
The bright trails of the night
Have been replaced
By a girl whose smile is the brightest
Part of my day
And I haven’t stopped asking questions.
But this time
The answers aren’t
Found in the words of my father or
The pages of a book
This time
The only way
For me to get my answers
Is by asking you
Question
After question
After
Question
And I know
I can’t do that.
The Aurora Borealis
Has other lives to brighten
Other dark skies to be
And won’t be bothered
With the likes of me
A little girl
With her heart in her hand
And so many
many
questions.
And the best I can do is
Just
Look
and wonder.
When I was younger
I would spend my nights
Gazing at
The Northern Lights
Now my nights are spent
Dreaming about you
And I can transfer that magic, that feeling
That allure
From those lights to this girl
And she is more mysterious
More fascinating to me
Than any celestial body
I’ve wondered
What it would feel like
To touch your hair
To look into your eyes for hours
And maybe see your secrets
And I get chills
I never
Dreamed of touching
The night sky
And now you’re a foot away
The Aurora Borealis never smiled
Never even looked my way
Until I met you.
And I wonder
Why it’s alright
For me to be so intrigued
by the night
I’ve never spoken a word
To the empty sky
Or at least, none to which
I was granted reply
But I still know more about it
Than I do about you
Because a girl isn’t something
You can crack with clever questions
And maybe someday
I won’t be terrified
To speak to
The Northern Lights
And maybe someday
I won’t be terrified
To tell her that
She’s the one who stops my heart and fascinates  me.
But this girl
This girl with the lovely brilliant hair
This girl whose eyes I could gaze into
For days
This girl with the smile that could save the world
This girl is not
The Northern Lights
This girl is right
In front
Of me.
And maybe someday you’ll notice me
Noticing you
Maybe someday you’ll see
I’m more than just
A wayward little girl
Maybe someday you’ll realize
I’m just what you’ve been searching for
And maybe I can make you see
How otherworldly you are to me
Because the Northern Lights
Don’t realize they’re beautiful
And you
Don’t realize that you are the
Brightest light
In the sky
When you heard
These words
You told me
They were
So Beautiful
But you don’t have a clue
Those distant lights are dim
When compared
To you.