There was once something sweetly colorful
About your shadows
Linear hauntings
Graceful ancient hues leaving their mark
Like telephone poles in the middle of nowhere.
Let’s say someday
Backwards in our memory
You rock our smiling faces to sleep
Landing in the nothingness of space
And as we float out to our desired empty
Confetti deaths
You scream out one loud burst to the stars
You achieve one last bit of goodness
Shattering down back into the atmosphere
Where everyone indulges themselves
With the best wish they can think of.
