The fire in the sky
burns orange to red.
Flames--
thin, delicate,
cotton fingers,
caress the sinking sun.
I see purple
where there once was blue.
A single spiral of wispy gray
dances a solo tango
across the night:
the calling card
of a passing plane.
The fire spreads rapidly,
consuming the sky
with beauty and vibrance.
Once last wink,
and the sun disappears,
pulling the color with it.
Only the stars remain,
twinkling softly.
A glass,
bubbles rising,
dancing
to the top.
A cherry
sinks slowly
to follow the lime
that jumped first.
Cosmo? 'Kaze?
No, a gin and tonic,
sweetheart!
Live now,
dance fast,
and love the music,
I say!
Beauty surrounds me,
whirling
in circles
of blazing light.
I reach to touch
the intangible,
and find
your eyes
once more.
