Spark

Day to day, darkest hour of my life.
The darkness surrounds me, no end in sight.
Then one day I see a spark in the distance, my eyes light up like a young boys on Christmas.
The sadness inside of me will not cease, but as i see the spark its grip is released.
I run to the spark, and like that i am stopped.
The spark still in the distance my bubble was popped.
As i watch from afar i gain hope that one day i'll get to her.
And dwell in her presence, of that i am sure.
She is the spark and i am the tinder, when we meet we'll fuel each other.
Turn to a fire no wind could bother.
-Cooper Swenson