The Northern Lights.

These lines are blurred 

These people hurt 

Life gave them pain

Hurt regret and sorrow- only these remain 

They flew off to another sky 

Wanted to explore a new them

They went off to the northern lights 

Slowly each saw what they'd never imagined

Little fractions of light melting their hearts away with each fragment 

They sat there in awe of what was happening 

Colours were dancing up in gods canvas

Greens blues and purples they saw every now and then

Falling from above - the most beautiful curtain 

And as every second made their heart beat faster 

It slowly made their scars lighter 

By the time the northern lights disappeared, 

So had their scars, traumas, their fears 

Sitting anew, they were pure beings 

Made of stardust and beautiful things 

They had been purified by the above skies 

Blessed by the beauty of the northern lights.