When tenebrous coverlet overwhelms life,
a tiny flame kindles a warm glow.
Twirling and dancing in a mystic trance,
its smile negates all darkness.
A minute flicker, spurs a susurration of hope,
burning yet giving,
radiating light to all who seek,
a beacon to the lost soul.
Tweaked an old poem of mine for Sadje’s WDYS prompt #114