Fuel

There is a place where darkness lies heavy. Thousands drift blindly.

The few with a spark shine like lost, lonely fireflies in the night

Only they can see beneath the black

Every day

They are attacked

They are beaten, pummeled, crucified because of their spark

Great waves of darkness are brought to bear, to drown them out, and erase the light.

Every day

But yet

Sometimes

Against all odds

And by barest chance

Two sparks, wandering, lost, lonely and blind

Can meet

To form a flame

The greatest infernos start from the tiniest embers

And Sparks encounter each other by barest chance

But when once a fire has started

Sparks are drawn to a flame

And each spark which comes causes a gale from the heavens

To fuel the fire