The Sparklers Within!

Poem By Bryan Altendorf

Alive in the darkness, our sparklers eagerly burn
With a bright light at the center, for all to see
From passion fueling the fierce blaze
Starting from the initial time that we met
Lasting through the final time that we touched
Burning inch by inch and giving off showers of sparks.

Alive in the darkness, our sparklers cheerfully burn
With a bright light at the center, for all to see
Illuminating the nights obscurity
I am lost in wonder and awe
Engulfed by the movements in the dark
Burning little by little and giving off showers of sparks.

Alive in the darkness, our sparklers joyously burn
With a bright light at the center, for all to see
So infinite, and complete
Sharing the flames of eternity
The sparks of our light stimulating all who see
Burning gradually and giving off showers of sparks.

Alive in the darkness, our sparklers willingly burn
With a bright light at the center, for all to see
The flames stirring in our hearts, and souls
What a blaze! How scorching! And continues it burns
Growing ever so brilliant in the shadows of time
Burning faithfully and giving off showers of sparks.

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