Is it Raining Where You Are?

Wings of fireflies raindown  
then turn , into spinning arrows  
of glass that stick to my lashes  
as I look up to catch the flavors  
of their colors.
See them pretend to be beautiful ?
 
I am beautiful  
when left alone to be myself  Everything about this world changes,  all of the tarnished memories sit, magnified  
under a clear dome.
Confused  about their role
 iin my life, they dsappear
 
Disappear like landlocked boats perched high on the desert floor waiting on the ocean to carry them to freedom
just as daydreams assist me  
in my struggle to set aside
 the harsh realities of life and love,  
 
Love,  do not replace it
with the shiney  rearview mirror  
 leave it  
Let me polish this world
 the way I need to  
Then
I will sleep in peace and wake each day with my head high as lillies do