Summer Spectacular

I wish we could have seen the fireworks

We heard their thump, the crackling hiss

As their fragments landed on the roof above us

But only the crowd were bathed in fiery bliss

Tiny faces, fading in the deepening gloom

Flashed red and green, arms raised to the sky

As if to catch a spark bursting from a bloom

Of myriad colour, to burn like comets before they die

Only silhouettes, dark against repeated sunbursts,

Frozen in time like Hiroshima shadows

Eyes straining to sate their insatiable thirsts

For meaning at the end of shimmering rainbows

Darker was the night when the colours had dispersed

But now they wheel and glitter like works of art

Within the chambers of my swelling heart.