What touches in dreams
That heats my body while it burns my soul,
Is it desire?
Why does it singe me
Where others can't see but deep in my eyes,
Are they careless blind?

Just a little pill,
Take an hour before expected sleep.
Will dreams disappear?
They give just a few,
The may be concerned what too many will do,
I worry on one.

Where did the flames go?
Are they still there burning deep, hot, and slow,
They'll return I know.

From a causeway
Through a doorway
Down a hallway
That burst into flames as I enter,
All turn to cinder.
Yet I remain passed the flame
To choke on smoke
And crumble down
To charred ground
A victim of the fire
Then waking before I expire.