A lonely star in a murky sky
Of wisps of never-meant-to-be’s.
A radiant flower in a blasted heath
Where life has all but ceased.
A single dream in an ocean of thoughts
Is hidden beneath the slime.
But a single spark in the awful dark
Has shattered the doom of these.
The star shines brighter than ever before
In a spectacular luminous chorus.
And the flower gives seed to the Tree of Life
Purging the land of death
The dream, a mere drop, engulfs the ocean
And turns it to molten gold.
But what would ever happen to these
If that spark happened to grow cold?
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