Deepnight, otherwhere and faraway
fireworks Van Gogh’d inexhaustible heavens
with swirls of stars that fractured, shattered
a momentary scatter of emberfall
prismed through treetop silhouettes
midnight bells
splintered voices of our friends
lively greeted one another
while evanescent kisses
sprouted glass stiletto’d dreams
in champagne addled heads
beGrimmed by such enchantments
beneath that carnival sky
wayward child
I believed
everafter could be happily now
and such love bloomed so unseasonal
even the mothering earth
embraced me joyful
as false spring
until
fast
fast
that icy stumble down the stairs
the tattered gown
the tangled hair
the broken coach
the fall
brief as pyrotechnic stars
dark
dark
and burning out
skies blacker somehow
more empty
than before.