Spark

Every spark that flies from blue flames in wreaths of gold...I could get lost in a fire, surrounded by nothing and everything without a sound or thought of an ever-changing world until the ashes fall slowly and I am nothing more...

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This reads much like life... a spark and the embodiment of it all... the idea that you can get lost in your own destiny.. and in the end you are what you came from nothing... the ashes...