Momentary Fireworks
This is what life is about
Not the straining for acceptance
The worries of a nonexistant future,
But the simple pleasure of friendship
The warmth of a group event.
Shared wonder at a yearly blaze of gunpowder.
Communal supplies of food and drink.
Hilarity springing from mis-heard conversations.
Alcohol-fuelled laughter at a clumsy companion
This is cozy.
(My head on his shoulder,
another's head on my feet)
Lying back on my jacket,
Awaiting
The
Beginning.
Hearts filling with
The music engulfing the air,
Pulsing with
The explosives that
Suddenly.
Stop.
Leaving only a skyful of artificial stars.
Galaxies winking out of existance.
Silence.
(Please don't...
let this...
...moment...
...end)
But of course it does.
Broken.
By whoops and cheers
Of joy.
For how else can we express the magic we feel
Then by breaking it
To make way for
More moments
Like
This?
Ones that make their own fireworks.