Fireworks

I see the lights although they're fading

Dimmer and dimmer until just dust in the wind

It's a fireworks show

A spectacle

A magnificent battle of love

Bright, hopeful, explosive but fleeting

Onlookers gaze up at the spectacle in vivacious wonder

They wait for the bang then the outflow of colors

Orange, red, pink, green

But they know better than the fireworks themselves that soon their lights will fade

Dimmer and dimmer until just dust in the wind

Soon the onlookers wont remember the beauty of each of the fireworks but they will cherish them for what they were

A wonder though short lived

And as for the fireworks

They will always be just dust in the wind

A flicker of their ten seconds of pure beauty