Fireworks

 You used tolight fireworks in my heart the sparkswere seen for miles incandescent joythat floated into space. I used to feellove was something to be found like gold:a nuclear heroin of heart I was addictedto the thought of searching. Yet herethe autumn leaves become a softer muse, the reds & golds of earthonce yearly metamorph & all the dramaof the past remains a fantasyI made for me to cling to.