A miracle, creating what survives
resilient, against the odds, the
spark which fills an empty space.
Such power in that firefly glow
ignited by the soul. Inspiration
lights a candle which will not go
out, it flies above depression's
cloud and through confusion's fog.
A burning gift that gives you wings,
a living thing that will not die.
Inside and underground, a seed lies
waiting for the flower it knows itself
to be. A vision, earthed by pen and
brush, on film. This priceless jewel
is shaped and polished till it shines,
a lustre bright enough to face the sun.
Out of winter dark, that blank of white
comes shape and colour born of
alchemy. Once made, unique, forever.
A titanium star. This cannot be broken.