Fireworks could have been
The most brilliant butterflies
Of the night, with colors
That sparked a lifetime of my imagination
I witnessed them like

Lightning in my veins
I burned out of colors
Even up to the final blue
Searching my skin for
The design of youth

I watched the skies in my heart
Hoping for a light, again & again
You were the fire that left
Me for another year of fireworks
I still go to the carnival

Where we used to watch the fireworks
Glistening with a savage flow
Love is for stronger bodies I guess
Deep against the contrast of
Years ahead of them, fireworks

Were a masterpiece in my silence
The exhale of summer’s honesty
A border where hopes and dreams
Never seemed to completely cross
It was the year of the Dragon

I remember now, serenity on high in lights
And their vivid explosions never
Seemed enough awe or whatever
To reflect the beauty of earth.

In darkness I am free
In light I live in false security

They say the shadows flee from the day
But they only retreat in my mind

I feel more horrors in daylight
Than I see them in the night

We're all given a special medium
To display the art of life we're living
Showing off your life's work with each brush stroke
Whether in styles of Rembrandt, Monet, or Picasso

Perhaps sculpture is your pleasure
In how those works are measured
No matter the form do it with passion
Preserved through the ages of everlasting

In a world that is filled with the abstract
At times it's hard to grasp where your at
So take a deep breath to clear your head
And create your masterpiece with the time you have left

For each one of us are given a medium
To display the art of life we're living