The Spark

A tiny spark danced upon the wind,
Allowing itself to be blown all about.
It flew from tree to bush to grass
Only to be again thrown by an updraft
Up towards the stars so as to join them
And sparkle with them upon the heavens.
So it was that I saw a single spark,
Which wafted it's way down into my life
And lit a fire in me which burns my soul.
Bathing in it's warmth I only now wonder
Will it stay with me till I finally burn out?
I care not. As long as I can. I won't let go.