Glittering sparks, glistening time,
Setting forth intention in rhyme.
Falling suns and perfect moons,
Sitting princes with harpoons.
Hoping for the moment, ripe
Seeking hardship, writing type.
Fortunes wait in stiller tides,
Myriad minds are making strides.
Tied to the sun rays, moon beams, stars,
Traveling space to far flung scars.
Shooting back – arms wide in thanks,
Hearts pour open, fill the ranks.
These sparks know not what care they do,
They only see the One in you.
Amie Zor 