fireworks projected into the sky and like a shooting star they fall some wish i watch as it splits into an array of colours a few seconds of beauty quickly enveloped by the night sky
floating lanterns, so ominous so pretty and mysterious dots across the dark horizon the endless darkness tainted by blurs of light from a distace but up close they truly are an enchanting spectacle
camp fires are surreal what stories do they hold it rages and fights it consumes, magnificent so powerful and yet so wise
candles bring out memories if i stare too long its rhythmic flame will devour me the tiny light brings out the biggest shadows like a trance it pulls me in blow it out, then i'll be free
neon trapped within traffic lights the red has immeasurable power amber hues bring on despair green commands attention but in the dead of the night when not a single soul roams by driving past the glowing lines of light upon light i enter a realm of nostalgia
i see the flash of lightning it is ferocious commands respect but when i watch it from behind a window pane with raindrops streaking down the thunder muted, the dark clouds they emit the most beautiful violet light it comes and goes in simply seconds
and how could i forget the stars always there but only alive in the depths of the night scattered across the sky they glow like an accessory desired but unreachable i stretch my hand out high a little more and i can touch them.
This poem was actually inspired from a textpost I saw about star-signs and things that shine. Every different light brings out a different feeling, just like people. I haven't included all the signs, just the ones I liked.