A Dark Spark

The night slowly burns

Flame black in the sky

Looking in reflections

Searching for the light

Moonlight sparkles on raindrops

As they fall from the clouds

Each contains magic 

If caught before they splash

Wind whips in empty streets

Night claims it all

Wet shadows lay waiting

The moon calls out

There in their midst

Is a spark

A hint of something

Unnatural

Fighting the night,

The rain and the moon

Do I fear the spark

Or long for it

I seek it

To become it

Or cease for it to exist

Published by authorstew

C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca

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