THE SPARK




Once solely but a dream,
So far from truth as truth could be.
An entertaining thought within my mind,
With no room for reality.

Expectations of what I sought,
With no chance you did exist.
Yet, the heart felt quite differently,
So the dream persist.

From a dream you indeed appeared.
With one look I realized
The fictitious someone believed not true,
Now stood before my eyes.

Overwhelmed by a blinding light
Cast from the cold and empty dark,
My hearts' fires now burns amuck,
A reaction to your spark.

B.G. Wetherby







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