You are trailing sparks again, shooting shards of light
Your words flash, and as I, too casually, attend,I manage to grasp one, and it glows, but I am
damp moss, so it does not catch.
Here, another–by it I see a little
of what is hidden
before it too fades
A name, a thought, an intensity of desire,
a hope, an invitation–
showers of sparks on us all.