It begins as a spark.
A little flicker of driftwood and hope
Wavering in the dark.
Just a speck, like a star;
Wish upon it, day and night
Consumed, it's dancing with fervour.
Warmth may tempt your frozen veins
But blue is where you'll burn.
The dark is no longer dark,
But instead shadows roam behind.
Who's hiding? Who's waiting?
Who's kindling their own spark?