New Year’s Eve

Smoke filled our lungs,

Explosions thundered in our ears,

And our eyes,

Oh, how our eyes

Drunk the light

From the stars that exploded

In a multitude of colors,

How they overflowed

With the grace of

The dancing flames,

Of the flowers,

Made of fire,

That blossomed

In the darkness of the night sky.

Sparks fell down

And for a moment

They looked as though

They’d reach us,

As if to kiss our skin.

Beneath the umbrella

Of fireworks,

We were children.