Work in progress: Title suggestions appreciated.

As I watched Zeus’s blowtorch
Ignite the night sky,
Planted on that deck where
Sweat dripped from my neck
To my bare, bony, feet,
I could feel the sweet aching of a
Snaking memory floating up,
Coating my throat
As I choked myself with tears,
In remembrance
Of those years
We spent together.

I remembered one such night
When you held me out of fright
And I told you the light and sound crashing down
Around us was just
A celebration of the spirits.

You cried softly for your mother.

I thought then that I had lied
To quell the rising tide
Of a child’s wild imagination
And the fear it brings,

But as my old eucalypt chair creaks
And swings with the spiraling wind
That wrestles its way through the trees,
I can hear your spirit sing.
And I see you dance and twirl among the clouds
As you prance and swirl
Across a pitch-dark summer sky.