Everyone was watching the fireworks.
Multicolored bursts that sparkled the sky.
I was watching the moon.
A reproachful orb burdened by eons of witness.
Our lives pass in an instant,
So we take such joys where we can.
A silvery road appeared before me.
I looked back at the gathering and listened,
The rockets booming over threads of conversation.
Silently I set my journey and stepped
Onto the shimmering invitation.
Would my heart follow?
Small matter. It was not ever mine,
But only borrowed.
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