G - Summer Spectacular

I wish we could have seen the fireworks
We heard their thump, the crackling hiss
As their fragments landed on the roof above us
But only the crowd were bathed in fiery bliss
Tiny faces, fading in the deepening gloom
Flashed red and green, arms raised to the sky
As if to catch a spark bursting from a bloom
Of myriad colour, to burn like comets before they die
Only silhouettes, dark against repeated sunbursts,
Frozen in time like Hiroshima shadows
Eyes straining to sate their insatiable thirsts
For meaning at the end of shimmering rainbows
Darker was the night when the colours had dispersed
But now they wheel and glitter like works of art
Within the chambers of my swelling heart.