Spark

It was just a premonition,
left upon the wind
to find its way
in uncharted times.

Life was simpler then,
moment by moment
we had shared the best
and the worst of what
had become of ourselves.

And now we have lost
the tiny flame of
the unknown,
though we have yet
to find out all there is
to know about
the space between.

It is still there.
We need only be open to it.