We stood in awe
of the celestial
apparition.
We Pointed
guiding words
of wonder.
The glowing curtain
danced and skipped
in the northern sky.
It hung nervous
in its translucent
evening gown.
The ghost furled
in the folds of
the wind.
Together we strained
to see the mystery
of us.
For my son Nathan on his 23rd birthday. 23rd?! Ah time, you have aged me again.
© Gerald Allen Barrett
Gerald the Writer 
nice poem you old f**t
John,…pull my f****r!
This is really lovely!
Happy Birthday to your son!
thanks for stopping in Mama.