Small, fragile, warm and bright

is the spark floating through space.

For long, no other like it is in sight,

nor did it leave any visible trace.

Searching high and low

for the other half out there.

Slowly it starts loosing its glow.

Why did it have to be so rare?

Lost dreams, hope and faith

to the doubt, concern, anxiety

and fear of harsh reality;

it no longer believes in fate.

Time keeps stretching on,

seems already like forever.

When in the distance, however,

unbelievable is what it stumbled upon.

Light colours mix together at last.

Instead of explosion and sparks,

quiet whisper carries them along.

It was worth the search that took so long.

Eventually they'll find others

who are lost too as they once were.

Discovering all the unique colours,

expanding from a simple lone blur.

And so galaxies of stars are made,

though it takes a while to form.

Some of them can't help but fade

in a calm yet lively song of storm.