Look to the Sky

Looking to the stars and the dark night so clear
I go back to the Lights of the Northern skies
How the greens and blues and pinks would appear
In deep, cold, shivery winds and sighs
The brush of the Creator would race through the dark
leaving behind a spectacle of  colors
Stars and blue velvet contrasted and sharp
Aurora Borealis praising Another.
Surrounded by Him once again I would be
We would chat away the cares and pain of the days
As I would behold His breathtaking beauty
Comfort would come and push out the dismay
Soon my eyes would remember the sleep
Snowy roads led home to the fire burning
Dreams came softly and cares He would keep
Hope again stirred by the Lights returning.