Polar Lights

My first poem ever - rather old.

When you look into the sky,
Thousand of coolours apply,
Shining real bright,
Under the starlight.

I dance to the sound,
Of the rhythm I‘ve found,
In these polar mists,
And violet risks.

I want to touch them and see,
What would happen to me,
When the radiation fulfills,
(And in the end maybe kills)
My unique thoughts and mind,
Which‘re not of the same kind.

Have I been here before?
On the earth with it‘s core…
Have I seen these lights,
And that feeling that bites
(With my head it fights!)
Before in the core,
Of this golden ore?

But none the matter of that,
Or the dance that I‘ve had,
With my family and kin,
Because it isn‘t a sin,
To love it all within.