Glass Blowing

crystalline flames

dance subtle suggestions,

shaped into terrarium for fireflies

the star sinew of the soul

 

effigy expectations

drug from earthen tombs,

molded like mud pies,

to sculpt their windowsill promises

the hopelessly transparent murmurs,

blown into the form of shell

to hear the sea

 

though it doesn’t sing

where neon burns

a rhapsody of silicon

 

passed around as a Olympic torch

another sun buried

underneath a pile of used matches

 

auras  collect on their globes,

frail pearls of tear drop Edens

 

look deeply into their world

and pray it won’t shatter

 

so rainbows don’t die

passed by lips

from one dimly lit waltz

over broken candles

 

but they were tossed into a chimney,

fire extinguisher held in the hand,

in case they cause as spark

and night

slid across the floor

as an melting ice cube