Yellow Skies

My bones in other earthly dreams
heal in citrus waterfalls.
Roses sewn in leather seams
disintegrate when duty calls.
The bells of friendly creatures chime
to barns with broken music notes
and flowers waiting for their time
to die from dirty looks and quotes.
Yellow birds behind my eyes -
said the puddle mirrors of May.
So under sickly yellow skies
eternal sighs waft seas of gray.
The chimneys churn out fireflies;
I sit and watch them fly away.