It only takes a tiny spark
To send a rocket through the dark
Shining, soaring like a lark
And bursting into fireworks
Blazing red and burning bright
Creating evanescent lights
That fall like stars out of the night
Their explosions echo with delight
But from a satellite placed afar
Or from a distant, watching star
All that is seen is the ghost of a grin
As the firework show is held within.
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
