Ambers
Ambers glowing in the dark
bursting forth a tiny spark.
That spark reminds me of the gifts I hold
of love and kindness and growing old.
It springs in vivid memories
of old friends and dogs and long-lost melodies.
Of times when things seemed to all go wrong
yet in the end they made me strong.
Those tiny sparks made me smile
of stunning mysteries, I sat beguiled.
Their orange red surface held more than pain
like light and warmth and knowledge to gain.
Each tiny amber held a fierce fire waiting to emerge
or simply a tiny light to guide one to converge.
I try to count those little lights
but change they did before my sight.
Some climbed into the sky
to seek an audition before they die.
Some lingered as pinpoints of heat
from giant to ash an incredible feat.
Saddened they left before I knew
to ask of things forsaken before I grew.
I watched them cool with an inner delight
and bid farewell as they warmed eternal night.