Oh, Northern Lights, home to the sky-dwellers and native to the chilly north,

How I've longed to be bathed in your greenish light:

Your main light of green having room for the other colors of the spectrum,

Of various yellows and whites and even grays,

Blending in with the nighttime of the north's purples and blues.

I heard you were coming out my way to the northeast,

To be shimmering overhead the tall skyscrapers,

Over the landscape that is New York City's,

Casting a greenlit shadow over the city streets, I can imagine,

Yet still keeping your distance so we don't get too attached,

And that you are here for only two days!

Oh, beautiful Aurora Borealis, greenly-lit windless twister,

Why the short visit, and on short notice,

And to a short selection of our towns and homes that excludes my home on the NY Isle?

Alas, I can only write about how much I want to feel your greenish glow and not be there myself.

If only I could be you:

If I could avoid the time and weight that takes me away from just being, simply being,

Let my colors show and shine as brightly as yours in the stars' presence,

And not have to worry about being around you and your power —

The power to fascinate and create a spectacle of nature and science.

You have the Universe coursing through you, Aurora.

I want to be a part of that, yet for now, the stars won't allow it.

So, the next time you come around to the northeast,

Maybe light the way for me?