To Familiar Sparks

When my mind was young my heart was old
And I’d watch the seasons race the cold
With a match I once tickled the sun
And burned for it to color me young. 

Now my mind is old and my heart is young
And my mornings chant anthems of heroes unsung
Through window cracks, a young ray fingers
Sending tickles of a warmth that lingers. 

Every now and then I still spark a flame
I test my limits; I challenge God by name. 
To old familiar chants, my mind still turns
To familiar sparks my heart forever burns.