Birch Eyes On Fireflies

Dusting, cascading on wings confiscating the dreams spilled in pools of desire We watch and we wait in a thick contemplate on these paper soft wings to expire Birch eyes on fireflies, chalky moth feathers fly slicing the moon from it's strings Crashing back down to splash drops of desire incredible, though for the moment it stings Whispers on wings to the fallen moon sings touching the tongue of those minted and mute Lost in these nights, an incredible sight one which no ether of sense can refute Silver eyes letting tears, metaled and molded years Dreams all at once see their chance at escape and latch on to wings hooked to birch eyes on fireflies sweeping the sky leaving dust in their place.