fire works

Fireworks
 

These very fireworks lit up the sleeping town,
As I gazed, I saw a painting — surreal, profound.
The night too shall slip away like a sigh,
And these flares will vanish into the cloudy sky.

I’ve known darkness — deeper than night,
Which makes me long for this fleeting light.
Just for a moment, let me soak it in,
This brief blaze that warms within.

How they rise, these fireworks bold,
Leaving all behind to embrace the cold.
I was once like them — burning bright,
Maybe that’s why I got lost in the night.

Racing towards someone, blind to space,
Miles I ran — without a trace.
Then tired, I’d sit, stare at the scars,
Count my wounds beneath the stars.

Now I fear becoming a firework again,
Afraid of fading into dark like then.
You had brought back a light, a trance,
For a few moments, a second chance.

But again returned was the shadowy veil,
Me — and the silence, a lonesome tale.
Far from these lights, in quiet I tread,
Watching lanterns rise overhead.

Each soul lit one — a prayer set free,
Released it skyward with silent plea.
I’ve let go, too — not just in time,
But penned my prayers in secret rhyme.

At festivals, all seem to seek something true,
A letter’s reply, a memory or two.
Some wish for stillness, to pause the race,
Some seek light in the firework’s face.

I wonder, standing at my window sill,
Where do these fireworks vanish at will?
They give their light to the sky, then fade,
Like love — once given, we're left unswayed.

Only the fireworks know where they go,
Unaware are the streets, the sky, the shadow.