Dazzler

A drop of dew embraced the morning sun

So lovingly a burst of light was born,

A signal that the new day had begun

To grant a glint of hope to the forlorn.

Reflection really had me seeing red

Which then began to scintillate to blue,

The more this little glowing imp was fed

The brighter its intense demeanor grew.

Such burning passion quickly took a toll,

The tender drip was rapidly consumed

But it had seared a purpose in my soul,

To give my all, while knowing I am doomed.

Despite my current journey through the dark

I'll always have the keepsake of that spark.