Fireworks

She likes the white ones and blue
like the damp fire-light I can see in her eyes
It's not the warm color of her chin on my shoulder
or the scared hue that I told her goodnight
walked down the stairs and out of her life
It burns and it's blinding and gone in a moment
It's classic and quiet in a hush that is lasting
I've always thought that they wore out the night
now I like the white ones and blue