Fireworks

[Guest Mister Burrofoot]

I wrote this quite sometime ago, actually, on the night of 4th of July.. Well hey, I thought, why not post it..

 

 

The Fourth

 

Appearing at my door,

Glowing with radiance and beauty,

Stopping my footsteps; Quickining my heart,

I wonder what this is; Why I feel so,

Is it true; Can it be,

Seeing the pain; The hate of the past in your eyes,

Scared to speak a humble word,

Scared to make a simple move,

Sitting under the bombardment of fireworks,

Red ; White ; Blue ; Yellow and Green,

I wonder if you understand,

Curious as to how you feel,

Stepping forward; Smile on your face,

Sending me back; Too damned afraid,

Not wanting to loose all that was gained,

Wanting to turn back time; Protect you best I can from it all,

Warp you up in my arms; Blind ourselves with laughter,

Each lil breath, Taking you in more and more,

But could it be any harder,

Sitting back; unable to speak the truth

Could it be any harder,

Sitting back, hiding the truth

Seeing you leave, Fading light as you drive away,

Leaving me in the surrounding darkness,

all alone.. lost with in it all.. all alone

[Guest Carlyan the Wise]

It was interesting... I have no idea if this is what you were going for, but what I found the most interesting is the contrast of the mood of the poem with the setting-- fireworks, i.e. happy, and sadness over someone. Great poem!