Luminous streamers of light
weave the night sky
into a corona of rays.

Your skin shimmers
green-hued, yellow
rare red.

You turn to me,
studded with joy.
I grab your hand
and we start to dance
our own primal steps,
arms waving, laughter
spilling out of us.

You are Aurora,
clearing out the dark
of your cancer;
finally ready
to restore dawn.