I watch them dancing
like rays of golden light
they shimmer. Their faces
those of angels, obscured by dust,
humming melodies, resounding
like echoes of the future. Worlds
like puzzle pieces in my head; merging
only to break apart again. A sun
drifting silently across a pale blue sky.
Photographs fall like rain, their colors
fading as they fly to the ground, dry out,
faces growing distant;
puzzle-pieces breaking apart.
Behind my eyes I can see dark flames,
a world of fire burning inside.