= S p a r k =

There is the spark,
The flicker of life,

Dreamt in stars,

Spat in unknown colours.

Rain pours around, not down,

The trees catch the dew,

The world sets alight,

My heart remembers your face alright,

Your face of light, of dark,

Of all the wounded dreams,

This is a far cry from the mis en scene of my heart.

The End

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