The night is quiet,
the lights flare up
a gentle spark is the start
as a dance of heat remains
with fuel sacrificed
for the beauty of the Bright
the simple little flame arises
to start with bigger dreams
but as i stare at it
it makes me think deep
of the way it use to be
of the hopes of our future
well many things really
Tis a kindle of my heart
and hopefully this flame will rise
Inside my own life.