Through the lens
and light years away
he watches the stars dance
through the sky they slowly glide
bright and shining down at him
he sees the moon
white and beautiful
milky moonlight
draped upon his shoulders
the lights in the sky
swirling and reaching
It's worth it he decides
journeying far
just to see this sky
and suddenly he knows
he's the first to come
the first to see
the northern lights
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem