heart like fireworks

fireworks bang to the beat of my heart:

they sizzle, they fizzle, they break all apart,

they rocket up, burning out on their flight,

they die and then suddenly, spark and ignite,

they explode in a shower of the brightest of hues

then jump out in sunbursts, a dizzying view.

and then just like that they fade into the night,

no more than a smoke cloud, but still within sight,

still burning away like they did at the start,

that burning desire alive in their heart.

-D.B.

8/23-24/2012