By chance we sat close that night as the light faded, leaving that just-before-rain spirit pervading the air with nature's answer to expectations of brilliant designs soon to fill the heavens with their display of ruthless radiance fused with honor,
and when the first boom crashed, then you honored the hot pursuing trail of blazing light by squealing with delight in a display of faux-female mystique while the spirits of that just-so spot atop your head, designed to muddle my mind, silently answered
longings I felt when your eyes sought answers to my quick withdrawal-- No, I honor you too much to indulge secret designs-- but the fury of sound melted the light nascent in dark orbs as we tasted spirits of sulfur from the forgotten display's
willful efforts to prune our own display-- happy intrusions ordained to answer pride bursting from our bodies' caged spirits-- national prompts calling, Present! Honor the ones privileged to die for the light reflected deep in the inner design
of her still questioning eyes designed in palpable deference to displays emasculate now in the lessened light, overcome by the thickened smoke-answer overflowing our lungs with no honor for imagined sanctities of spirit,
and then the sky tore, releasing spirits in sudden gallons naturally designed to drown mystical visions in honor of reality, the potent display inherent in terrestrial answers-- non-reflective of superior light.
when introspection answers to design, when spirit surpasses worldly light, then displays of honor must burst their forms;
must give way to neck-chilling encounters with an intangible, marvelous truth.