Rosemary has us thinking "Fireworks" ~~ I'm thinking the Personal Brand of "shooting stars ~~ hearts going Pitter-pat!!!
New Year's Eve, 1984
Suddenly, the night turned technicolor
I saw you
a fuse lit somewhere deep inside
my world responding with fireworks
every spark in the sky
like electricity between us
no time to think ~ only the rush
that wild certainty something
rare had just begun
Years folded over themselves
you are gone from this world
some loves never fade ~ they echo
like fireworks long after midnight
colors still drift behind closed eyes