Dancing Fireworks Poem by Eva Mae Witt

I am like the fiercest of flowing wind
I imagine you standing quite there

I can see you're fiery, flowing thin hair

We both at times unfold like a flower red
We're both full of laughter, smiles upon our head

As we're dancing around neath the fireworks
We're both reminded of years long past of diamond works

I am like the fiercest of flowing wind, of flowing wind
Can you imagine as we both calm down as we rescind

While we dance as around neath the fireworks
On a calm summer night as we think of diamond works.