A flicker of the past

It sits

At the back of one’s mind

Lurking in the shadow

Until a sliver

Just a faint crack appears

A chink in the wall,

becomes the eye of a storm

And suddenly a flame is born

 

It begins just a thought

A faded image of a time

Words which were never spoken

Deeds covered over with the sands of time

Just an echo of what once was

Attracting the threat of illumination

 

Oh,

How such a small spark can ignite the inferno