Hopes Rise and Fall Like Fireworks - 07/04/10

Light this sky
This dark sky
This veiled window
Like a gothic bride
Ribbons and lace
Seems like it’s such
A disgrace
Not to see the light
Night sky without stars
Without a moon
Without a chance
To bring yourself back
On your own will
The fuse is lit
But in your silly mind
It’ll end so much brighter
So much louder
Such a bigger bomb
To shake the streets
And make your ears pop
And your eyes see spots
Form staring
At the colors,
The colors
Brilliantly shining
In sudden bursts
Of beautiful
Of bright
Of magnificent
Ribbons of fire and ash
So destructive
So lovely
Spinning
Flying
Bursting
Breaking
Falling
And beating
Back down on the road
With sparks
And jumps
Like heart beats
And sparks
And jumps
And all with the
Hushed awe
Of those looking on
The flames reflected
In their dark, glassy eyes
Reflected on
The veiled windows
Of the houses
The line the streets
Like toy soldiers
All in straight
Little lines

But sometimes
The fuse is consumed
Eaten alive
Without so much
As a scream
By the flames
The leap from lighter
To line
But the sparks
The lights
The pops
And bangs
Of dynamite exploding
And flying up
And crashing down
Is not but the crashing
Of all the little visions
That your silly mind
Works up
In anticipation
Because you think
That you know
That the real deal
Will no doubt
Be even better
Until the real deal
Is nothing
Nothing at all
Just dark, glassy eyes
Reflecting other eyes,
Just veiled windows
Reflecting the ones
Opposite them
In the dark
And the cold
And the sinking
Of hopes through your heart,
Feeling
   it
      all
         come
                  down