Sonnet of The Spark
This place so cold for one once on fire For one pulled from dust a little too hot Air from the breath, water will perspire What spark might reform spirit once forgot? A sacrifice acceptable for home No longer cards littered or ashes cold Or slaves or fearful so not forced to roam In love and in place, paired lover to hold So an arrow is forged, knocked, aimed, and shot Skipping like a stone, carrying that spark Invisible string tied to thread and knot For the realm once made not one shot but ark The worms do not die, the fire is not quenched From love uttered, so in love now entrenched