Fireworks

Starbursts and fiery pinwheels in rainbow light
explode with thunderous ripples in the sky
and etch their flashes in vibration tattoos
upon the mind with stunning memories.

But it is the glow that comes
from how that tear of the dark silence veil
shredded the serenity and steals the calm.

Then streaking as a bolt in chills
through the heart with shuddering power
that is held with such fascinating addiction.

It is that intuitive touch that sways
to drive one beyond any thought,
willingly obey a surge within
just to know the feel again.

In that powder keg factory,
which exists in the throbbing seconds
within the inner lairs of life,
there dwells the seer of the wind,
the eyes who watch for fire and flame
not caring about logic’s laws
as long as that fireplace inside
is ablaze with heat.

How the need claws as a lion
at the chambers where life is lived,
felt so amazing in those intense eruptions
from the fireworks of any encounter.

Ever driven to find the illumination
sensed in the places wandered
because of how it brings
such a spark to the kindling
truly keeping one warm.