Friction Spark

I feel a friction spark
The reaches of the soul
A glinting at the dark
Horizons of its whole

I sense it with my heart
A pulse in embryo
An echo of a start
A bubble from below

It might not flare for us
It might not catch and take
Yet it is there and thus
It’s potentially awake

Its phosphorus breath
And nascent clarity
New life within the death
Of endless possibility

It is so frail, so pure
So tenuously bright
It trembles like a tear
And shivers in the light.