I have seen the Northern Lights
Looked out my window at just the right time
I'd been waiting for a sign
When green and golden, they filled the night sky
Now this vision it was mine
But which direction, so much to ponder
I would take a little time
I've waited this long, why not longer?
The musician stroked the strings on his guitar. He was
all alone, but for the stars. He felt the cool stone beneath him, the icy
water of the stream bubbling and flowing over his pale feet, kissing them
softly.
The trees around him swayed softly as a midnight breeze
danced, creating a pattern of wooshes and soft leafy sighs.
His music carried out over the forest, down the dirt path
that led to civilization. A few heard light tones, and wondered who was
making the beautiful, yet faint, music, but most did not even notice.
Save the lone girl walking up the path to meet her music
maker, her dark hair billowing around her, the moonlight and her hair combining
to cast strange shadows across her face.
Her thin-soled shoes crunched in tiny rocks, making her
feel like she was breaking the mystical spell her musical best friend casted
over the dark forest.
She turned the corner and saw him standing there. Their
dark eyes met and flashed, and for a moment, time stood still.
And the nights are getting colder
Does this touch of gray really mean I'm getting this much older
Coyote's getting bolder, laughing right outside the door
But if you want to see the Northern Lights
You gotta lift up your head and
If you wanna have some kind of life
Decide you're not better off dead and
If you want to read the mystic story written in your future
You better start to write it now...
She crossed the rocks to meet the musician, and sat beside
him. The wind caught her clothes and made them brush against his leather
jacket. She took the winds hint seriously, and leaned against his back,
feeling the warmth she could feel just from being near him.
He continued to play, his musical tones filling the air
around them with a sense of goodness, and it filled her heart like nothing
else. In her pleasure, she shivered, and he felt it through their touch.
He took it as a compliment and played more intensely, stroking the strings
like he would stoke a lover, holding his guitar in a way that was like
he was cradling air in his long, lean arms.
Who can tell the truth from lies?
What's a life without examination?
I would take a little time
I've waited this long, why not longer?
She moved from his back to his side, dipping her feet in
the same clear water, digging her toes into the sandy bottom. He smiled
at her, and she let her arms stray to his waist, touching lightly.
Her feather light touch awakened more inspiration from
her, and his song grew. Though it had no words, it lilted lightly in such
a way that declared his feelings for her in sweet melodies.
And the nights are getting colder
And yeah this touch of grey really means I'm getting this much older
Coyote's getting bolder, stealing stuff right out the door
But if you want to see the Northern Lights
You gotta lift up your head and
If you wanna have some kind of life
Decide you're not better off dead and
If you want to read the mystic story written in your future
You better start to write it now...
The song spiraled around them, spinning so that she could
almost see the gossamer webbing form around them, covering them and making
the bond between them grow strong until it pulsated with love.
The song climaxed until she thought she would explode,
the music soaking into every pore of her smooth skin, soaking in and comming
out sweeter and purer than ever, because it was something they shared.
And just when Caitie thought she would stop breathing,
the song ended, and she was able to breathe a deep breath once again.
I met the devil in afield
I said "Oh finally! Did you bring my contract?"
And the secret he revealed
Was that he waits for no one, and he's never made a single deal
He put down his guitar, and took her hand in his. The only
noises now was the sweet spring water pooling around their feet, and a
pair of owls hooting in the trees.
He picked up a stone, and threw it out over the stream,
where it skipped a few times and sank. She followed suit, and skipped a
small stone. He smiled down at her, and she grinned back. She had once
had problems with dating him, but now, tonight, this moment, this second,
everything was perfect, everything was bliss.
Meanwhile the nights have gotten cold
Yeah that shock of grey means man you're really getting old
Coyote's gotten bold, you know he's sleeping on your floor
But if you want to see the Northern Lights
You gotta lift up your head and
If you wanna have some kind of life
Decide you're not better off dead and
If you want to read the secret story written in your future
You better start to write it now...
He pointed to the sky. "Look," He whispered.
There was a star, shooting across the dark sky, like a
flash of pure light.
"It's beautiful," She whispered.
"Just like you," He replied softly.
And then, with only the stars and the owls as witnesses,
the two touched lips and held, a second seeming like an hour, and for the
two of them, the Earth stopped moving, and everything stood completly still.
Copyright 2001 by 'Mad Cow'