sonnet of fire

Men and women are nothing but a spark, Flickering through the fire of creation. Only a footnote on Father Time's arc, What is life but the road to damnation?

No matter how bright a heart's flame might glow, No matter how high one lone spark might climb, What does our humanity have to show?

What have we left when we expire our time?

What is love against the Revelation?

When the fires come to turn us to ember, Not even love's heat can be salvation. All will be burnt for none to remember But with you any flame I can weather. Darling, we were made to burn together.