Transformation

There’s tender alchemy to a warm night:
You search for meanings that you never touch
while fireworks battle your soft inner eyes.
Then stars transmit power and your old mind
blazes. You linger outside, question life,
quoting long lost books. Memory’s a knife—
quick, sharp. Open the frayed almanac. Find
out how far money went and just how dry
this land once was. It’s all subtle. Much
stays left unsaid, Your mind glows with new light.