Fanning The Flame

Being is to

becoming

 

As seedlings are

to blooms

 

Today as to

tomorrow

 

Midnight

unto noon

 

Sparks beget

a brilliance

 

As fans beget

the flame

 

Breath into

a sonnet

 

A child

aptly named

 

A thought

once spoken freely

 

The scent

of chosen prey

 

A smile

when returning

 

A love

—to give away

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

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