explosions in the sky

sometimes you feel it
sometimes you dont

sometimes you feel like someone else knows you
sometimes you feel like no one does

in between

heads bow and look up towards the sky
in the distance fireworks let you know that there is joy .. colors bloom out of the darkness and twist and spin, its a good feeling to know that sometimes things are done out of pure happiness and thats when you look around to see the other faces in the ambiguous and distant crowd, illuminated by more then the moon, by mans interpretation of the stars and you realize a cold beer and a hot dog, that a childs smile, so simple and elegant is the natural way of things and you grin

just a small grin
just some acknowledgement

of the way things should be, you see your loved ones, whether they be friends or family, wives or husbands, girlfriends or boyfriends, sisters or brothers and you think to yourself that the wind never looked so beautiful sitting on their perched lips, clenching onto saliva thats waiting to jump exstatically into the abyss of the night so it might dance on the shouldres of blades of grass while becoming transparent on its green canvass changing envy to rapture

your hands are soft, but only while touching the other, wrapped beyond tens, you double the expression and become one, comfortably sitting in place you let yourself remember what it was like when you depended on someone else, searching beyond means you come to see, only when you truely let go is when you truely live

breathe in
breathe out

from whence we came, we shall return
ultimately it is where we end up
until

we explode
and we return home