Dance, Little Spirit

Dance, dance little spirit
On a line of a silken web
Like strings on a glass guitar
And pluck notes of sleep
Dust in the wind
Is only faces of the dead
Longing to live again
Whispering rhymes from somewhere
Deep in a frozen ocean
Dance, dance little spirit
To the beat of a blinking eye
That will not cry the truth
But trickles out a lie
Icy hands lay on ugly rainbows
Where colours are screaming
And green is the loudest of all