Spark
By Kira A. Moore
Midnight dances
In orange embrace,
Tongues speak
With voiceless anger,
Spirits rise,
Then flare,
And die.
Within night’s
Cold embrace,
Life exemplified,
Between Heaven and Hell.
Spirits rise,
Then flare,
And die.
Tomorrow’s promise,
Within your eyes,
Passions flame,
Is there perfected.
Spirits rise,
Then flare,
And die.