Dave Bonta's "Rekindled" is only two short stanzas, but it packs in a whole feeling of renewal. The speaker describes a morning that "got close to you" and does so "with many sparks." Morning isn't just a time of day here. It's almost a living presence that moves toward someone, bringing light and warmth, like the first flicker of a fire catching.
The second stanza turns from the scene to a hope: "ourselves as we were again / might sing." The word "again" suggests that something has been lost or dimmed, perhaps a closeness, a joy, or an earlier version of the speaker and the person addressed. The word "might" keeps that hope tentative. Nothing is promised, only possible.
The mood is quiet, gentle, and cautiously hopeful. The title ties it together: a fire that seemed out is being coaxed back to life, and the speaker seems to feel that tender, uncertain thrill.