sparks

Burning cinder, burning bright      
Keep my heart aflame    
Let not ash-smoke sting my eyes    
Nor bare skin acid rain.      
     
My spirit stokes the fire      
With bark of endless youth      
The moss, my heart's desire    
The flint-spear, my mind's truth.      
     
The seasons came and went    
And though life seemed extinguished      
Your words were a shelter tent    
And your kiss, a cunning linguist --    
     
Yet when the dark pervaded   
And no more could I remember . . .     
I felt assured what I knew to be    
one last burning ember.      
     
you remained      
Warm and full of light      
With love unrestrained,    
Let passion ignite.