A Spark Unknown, Shown

"Now is the time of our comfort and plenty These are the days we've been working for Nothing can touch us and nothing can harm us And nothing goes wrong anymore.... Take it back, don't let it die Or rage against the falling night 'Cause I still do depend on you Don't say those words, you wrung me through It won't come again, Cause love is the end" -Love Is the End, by Keane ------------ Enter thus the spark once unknown Brought to light by your beauty ever shown In exile this wounded mind must lie I exhale to Everest skies by and by A relief ever festooned by your cunning calm Listening to your voice like a severed psalm I could never arrest you for the palm of your qualm For I am ever befallen to the sight of your song Hearts misgiven, A soul heavy-ridden, To heights only humbled in diffidence Starts disheveled Endings unsettled, I crave the sweetness of your difference For how had the stars been shining so bright, To ever receive such a blistering light? And why has my mind healed from the lies, That used to curse these very skies? In shame I smile and look into your eyes Detesting the time that quickly flies, Hating the ability to despise, And waiting for love to cease the cries Enter thus an Irresistible so warm Releasing tingles, to trust—to form I cry out to the never-ending scene To cross the clouds of crystal gleam Running my hands upon the nestled dream Ever-laughing—hear them sing! You are a most undeniable, endearing thing So I impregnate the spark as our destiny’s wing