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