FIREWORKS
If you watch the fireworks long enough
they’ll tell you about forever.
There are two ways they do this.
There is the child way, when you reach out to them
and they promise that one day they will arc
into your heart, where you will always have them
and nothing will hurt, much,
because inside you are golden
red and green swirling
falling, always being, lights.
The other way is a solemn and a
different forever
the forever of faith without
belief, the forever of eternity.
And there are no words to explain,
not even the words of colors and light.
But listen to them anyway.
1 comment:
A really nice poem! Bravo!
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