Green flame
Folding over frozen hills
Sky spills
On the glass-white plain
Your breath hangs
Like a secret in the air
You stare up
And it stares back the same
Silent aurora fire
Color pouring through the quiet
I could almost hear you breathing
Inside this deadly silence
Silent aurora fire
Painting wounds I never write in
Every shimmer
Every shiver
Cuts a doorway in the night
Boot prints
Cracking through the tired snow
Far stars
Sharpen on the edge of cold
Your name
Rises in my throat
Then fades
Even echoes
Won’t come out this far
Silent aurora fire
Color pouring through the quiet
I could almost hear you breathing
Inside this deadly silence
Silent aurora fire
Painting wounds I never write in
Every shimmer
Every shiver
Cuts a doorway in the night