This post is a part of our International Voices column, written by international UT students & staff, for UT students & staff.
As we hold our breaths and observe this work of art, a firework looks down and does the same.
Photo Credits: YoshGunether Photography
In a sky of black and white,
I’m different shades of right.
A Frail flickering flame,
That burns down the night.
Candle burns at your wit’s ends,
The winds lie in fear. For,
Even evanescence escapes;
my game of smoke and mirror.
And in her eyes, I travel light.
Shadows of doubt are cursed.
Prismatic paints pale,
A breath is caught in bursts.
Diffused kaleidoscopic gaze,
Burnt orange turns golden chrome
Tepid trailing taillights,
Lights that guide her home.
And still I rise, and then I break
A darkness that her hope demeans.
Radiant Rainbow rumbles,
every splatter her canvas gleans.
And in my dance, she loosens grip
Daylight saved in bottled jars.
Jukebox of jubilant joy,
My songs of her shooting stars.
And I like her, up in flames,
Our silver smoke glistens mirth.
Indulging ignited eyes,
Her dreams warm my hearth.
In her baggage, a part of the sky,
Torn and sewn, a black patch.
Lucid Lashing luminescence,
She finds a wavelength match.