A blanket of blackness,
Billows across the sky,
Yet twinkles shimmer down the atlas,
Up oh so very high,

The night is blasé
After seeing so many wonders,
Yet it still captivates my gaze, The glimmers I've seen so many summers,

A twinkle of light on the hill,
Breaking the seams of fabric,
Warming up the midnight chill,
Lightning up the frozen attic,

Long fingers of light,
Pierce, the night,
Making it oh so bright,
Oh the colors of delight,

The fireball makes his show,
Painting the sky in pinks,
And oranges, till it glows,
A beautiful artist with many inks,

The ornate swirls,
Perdue the brush,
In magnificent whirls,
The sun an artist with an airbrush,

From my point on the promontory,
The water glows like the canvas,
With colors that don't belong in categories,
And water creates pretty dances,

The fire reaches the highest point,
Spitting colors of all beauties,
And nothing here could disappoint,
When the sky shines like a ruby,

I know the sun is prone to burning,
The eyes of all who looks,
But I can not ease this yearning,
That u can't put down in books,

The fire reaches to my eyes,
But pain is not a problem,
The glory is falling to its demise,
And I wish for a new blossom,

The elegant sight,
Is fading don't you see,
With colors taking a-flight,
And I feel no more glee,

The marvelous mural is gone,
And I'm left with only dawn.

~FlyandFall