In My Palm

it was not love at first sight
but when it was love
oh- what a sight!

brilliant flash and sparkle
artificial star-bursts
blinding my vision

some may have thought
(we may have been among them)
that that was all there was-

a brief spectacle
beautiful and exciting
and most of all fleeting

but one of those shining sparks
fell down, down to earth...
...and caught.

tiny, stubborn ember
buried beneath years of ash
smoldering on against our wills...

eventually we dug it up
and used it to kindle
a different kind of light:

fire in the hearth
keeping us warm;
keeping darkness at bay.

it may not be flashy
but it is magic enough
for us.



(Richochet)