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.