Fire Fly

Dreams are rolling through my head,
Like a burning butterfly
Flying into the gasoline.
Watch them burn in me
Like a thousand memories
Caught in the midnight sky.
They are dancing in me--all consuming.
The tears turn to flowers.
They are my broken burning embers.
My stone is made of glass
So come burn my broken wings.
I watch the fire turn to ice
And the maggots turn to rice.
I hear the rainbow vortex
Going round and round;
The clouds are dusty
And they're falling down.
Down. Down.  
Down.