Sparks

Some sunrises
set heavy on the shoulders,
tumbling down boulders.
The warmth above
mocking the cold below,
lacking love—
all mirth and glow.
Its scorn surprises.

Sometimes in the dark,
in the night grown colder,
comes wisdom that is older
than any born.
And some know
there hearts are formed
to shine
and show
showering sparks.