Stranger

So much magic and mystery in,

Only your tiny spark.

What was there to pin?

But that shot in the dark.

Already lit it's growing.

So fast and hot,

I wonder what's not showing.

For that's not everything you got.

You may think this a goad,

It's just that nothing fits on this road.

Would it be a fantasy?

To think of a courtesy?

On your way,

I hope your light never fades.

Only to grow day by day,

Showing all the shades.