Clara

My Firework

 

Darkness falls as the excitement rises

Your voice, my dear, rings clear in the crowd

How long? When will it start?

Soon I reply, shouldn’t be much longer

And so, we stand and we wait.

 

The two of us in a sea of one thousand

Brought together to watch the yearly display

Woolly hats pulled low, snug over pink ears

Bright knitted scarves and muddy boots

Waiting, in unison, we stamp our feet against the cold.

 

Finally, a voice booms over the microphone

Counting down from ten!

A thousand eyes shoot up

Waiting for the telltale boom

Oh! How the colours explode across the sky!

A bright smile lights up your face

You’re simply lost in the display

While everyone else oohs and ahhs

I can only watch your face

The childish excitement

The loss of adult restraint as the colours consume you

The display, the magic, the wonder

Oh, how it is reflected in your eyes!

The cold forgotten, your smile grows wide

The display reaches its finale

A brilliant explosion of colour, pure magic darting through the sky

A chorus of booms and children’s delighted screams

You’ve always loved fireworks

And so, we must go to every display!

You say you lose yourself in the magic of it all

My reply, my love, I lose myself by watching you

My Firework.