Spark

generally we sit and hear
that which we want to
rarely stepping out of bounds
as etiquette dictates
but, tonight is different

alive and aloud we share
the spark of this moment
the jukebox setting our tone
guiding us even
as if by hand to that place

you alive, me in step following
your moves as a novice
a stumbling attempt at living
refusing to fail
despite the trepidation we feel

tomorrow we will rise
like the sun of a new day
together, refreshed as lovers
charged with our own future
without the regrets of the past

we see for the first time
the promise of hope
like the bass and steel drums
running through our souls
which drove us to this place, enduring