Firework

An epileptic flash grips the night sky
In pulsating fervor; molten champagne,
One million lights wash the jet layer
Of the nocturnal smog on the city.

Ponder: these sparks bring a second coming,
A breath in time casts luminosity,
Lighting on places drowned in shadows:
Where the deeds are dark, imperceptible.

With an explosion, peppered with gun shots
Man-made stars whistle through the opaque void;
So far up, right within in heavenly reach,
We, below, get the delayed reception.

Their realm is so brief, so easily spent;
Lighting the fuse is like the death sentence
They receive whooshing into nothingness.
The glimmering flame, all devoured, gone.

If only we could trace them at landing;
I would love to be a firework, to
Transmogrify and become everything.
All Heaven and earth was never so close.