You told me about the “grand finale”:
dozens of fireworks launched all at once,
the light burning into the eyes´ memory,
rapid explosions echoing throughout the body
creating short gasps of breath.
If you know the secret,you said,
you must look away, for a moment,
from the instantly blooming flowers of light,
at your lover´s eyes,
there you will see the blossoms,
reflected,
in exquisitely delicate miniature.
The look upon the faces reveals
the innocence and wonder of childhood,
and shows
a part of beauty
you have rarely seen
and should never forget
