Bright, brief and up in the air.
Leaving us awed while they’re there.
Magic, love and often madness.
Gripping us all with things we cannot harness.
Often with short, larger than life life spans.
Never another ignited sparking like they can.
Mirrors of our own souls, taken too long to cherish.
Forcing a standstill not much can tarnish.
Legacies unfading, the magic never dying.
Still our fireworks in wonder, brilliance and ever flying.