Dandelions Dream

Evening sky

Blood pounds in his head

Conductor's hands

Play the symphony

He flicks the igniter

Smells the kerosene

And the house jumps up in flames

These are the days of fire

Where swarms of fireflies raise into the sky

These are the days of forgetting

And still lay charcoal ruins of history

Dandelion's dream is dreamed

By the liar in the night searching truth

If knew how to finish

All the deeds he had left undone

Dandelion's dream would become real

And survive the morning sun

He walks away

Red flames behind

Not yet he knows

Beyond the corner something

Is waiting for him

To make him reflect the day

Think of the tears

Shed by the woman

That lit the lighter face to face with him