The spark of the soul
The shine of the eye
The twinkle known
The rainbow in the storm

Young and bold
Old and cold
Matters not
All infused
With the nectar
of vital force

Eventually,
at the last
and final end

Quickly
Snuffed as a candle

Or slowly
smoldering as a coal

The breath of life goes

With all gone
Only the spark left to rise

© 2016 Jim Davis