Little sparks lit up. They were bright to amuse my nonchalant eyes. I gazed at it’s soft ethereal beauty.
Little sparks lit up . They became brighter, colors wrapped around every spark. They ascended in to the horizon like magical beings rising from birth.
Little sparks lit up. Now they are not so little anymore. They look like rainbow laced supernovas under the dark silk sky.
Colors of red, blue, green, orange and purple twirled, waltz sveltely between the stars. Them stars that scintillated as the fusion of colors and sparks disappear.
Little sparks… Those playful lights saw their reflection in my eyes. Have you seen them? I hope not. They will soon be lost in the dark as the curtains of my eyes close.