I was born clung to comet trails
plummeted through time
on meteor tails, a flare in sightless night;
a spark in a vast emptiness
danced so bright that even as fates
closed fingers to snuff out the light
in a distant somewhere most giving eyes
within a greater reach
gained a smile, a nod of pleasing show
for the spirit of the tiny glow, infinitesimal
burst, virtual blink and gone
found a resonant thought of its existence
and in that peculiar way lived on
and on.
Please tell me what you think
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this is a beautiful living spark, and it shines!
we are all star dust, all flickers of the one flame. love this poem.
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All that light coming from a single sparkle, and living on forever...that is most definitely a wonderful thought!
Heaven indeed
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