Fireworks

November the 5th - Firework Night -
Sparklers, rockets, explosions of light.
We all transfixed at the firework display
Eruptions of fire that turn night into day
Starbursts of colour reaching so high
Flaming fingers caressing the sky
An orgy of colours - red, green and gold
Some of them subtle, some of them bold.
The noise of the screamers, as if they're in pain
The gushing blue fountains and bright silver rain
The burning bonfire - hear it roar!
Guzzling its wood and still wanting more.
The Catherine wheel whirling, turning so fast
It should spin forever, but it will not last.
The fiery ring soon burns away
The twirling beauty has had its day.
Then the last firework, saying goodnight
The letters written in sparkling light.
After that 'good night', the final kiss,
The light fizzles out and dies with a hiss.

The audience sigh as they turn to go
The bonfire now embers just slightly aglow.
But where has the fire gone - why is it not still there?
Did it just disappear, vanish into thin air?
Or do some tiny sparks still remain?
Remnants of the brighter flame?
Do they lie on the ground, dim and dwindled,
Waiting for something to rekindle
The passionate fire that burned of old
The licking tongues of red and gold?

Are there still somewhere sparks orange and red
After the heart of the fire is dead?