Why must our lives burn?

@anjkan shows us
Her butterfly dream
Her Mona Lisa smile

1.
Last night I dreamed of work
My clothes were inside out
Our red car was leaking gas
I could not find you anywhere
Do you understand what this means?

2.
I dreamed of Bishop Snyder
He’s a bit of a trickster
In the game we were playing
We gambled with our lives
I was not yet ready to fold

3.
Fire’s arching flames
Pulls darkness apart
Revealing red lipped flowers
With smoking stems
Why must our lives burn?

4.
Golden lamp light shines
Reflected in your eyes
With drunken sighs of love
Darkness creeps closer
Hiding us from the world

Yamabuki
May 2010
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