high in the old apartment building, entranced
by the dark dramatic play of wind and cloud.
The stage was set for your performance.
Discarding mundane convention –
brief blinding bolts thrown randomly –
you choreographed an encompassing
dance of shimmering growling colors thrown
at our startled eyes in sinuous slowed motion,
enabling mere human perception to
absorb every nuance of shape and hue
every shift of shade and glimmer,
targeting our haven with stately haste.
I believe I heard you whisper that in tribute to
our mortal love you hijacked the aurora, sending
wave after ethereal wave, til we were swept
out of time on the crest of that photon tide.
Finally you released us back to the night,
your proscenium once more tall windows.
We clung together breathless, bereft, blessed.