Spark of Life

I no longer seek the empty things
that explode like fireworks and then fall
like fire dust diving through the air
before fizzling into hidden
afterglow memories.

I crave explosions like sunsets
that fade into an ocean of stars
and galaxies of night air
pressing into my lungs and my soul.
I want to breathe life in.

I desire something deep,
to occupy the swirling voids inside
and fill me with the light of dawn,
the stillness of crickets chirping
against aching ear drums.

Warmth presses its face over the tips of the horizon,
golden thread weaving through blue,
thrashing through the open spaces of a new day
with a determination, like anger,
like the passion to create

and radiate.