Emblazoned Magnificience

The quiescent moon couldn’t warn us of
its manifest presence soon enough.
Low on horizon and reflected in orange,
The silent lull stopped us in stroll.

If she could talk,
she would have conveyed,
“The sky is in embers,
but ready to blaze.”

With yet more hours 'til sunrise,
the aurora bursts through in auburn.
From a dark azure torn,
It was wakened from the deep of its archaic sleep.

From an asymmetrical reverie to a misaligned obscurity,
the magnificence of the cog broke the wheel.

And we stood still, in awe,
Our minds rattled in disbelief.