DandelionsA Poem by Moonie(Translations in the author's note) You gave me dandelions, and I vased them in my yellow typewriter. They kept company
to the drizzling sunshine, and the talkative alphabets.
In the dense summer air, I bathed my soul, and dreamt
of timemachine wheels, that revolved with blurred spokes. They call you the lovelorn boy, poisoned by Summer's sweet foolery. They call me the dandelion girl, fooled by Summer's sweet poison... You said love is a full blown rainshower that conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand. You said it was in the Summer's hot breath that melts away the standing frosts of long Winter... You spoke of lies and truths, of untruths and half-truths. And I was certain, I was most certain of rebirths and future encounters. Like the final act of magic, we were bound to unite again. ~Twin fortune gazers~ We looked up at the teacup of stars, and saw shapes forming. All the while, the Wind had danced amongst the dandelions like a belladonna, enthralled. I always could make out Orion, but you found even Vega, Deneb, and Altair. Warmed by the fire of the atmosphere, we sat up all night, to watch them fade. All the while, the Rain had stirred the grass blades to its haunting symphony. If I could have trusted the truth of sleep, and of dreams, and stars- typing a printwork of destiny with sluggish typewriter notes, I could have read our cards. You called me ياقمر ~~my moon~~ Your voice raining, like sunflakes, and snowshine, melting like the skin of peach kept in rosewater for too long, dissolving into sweet nothingness... Thrice adream, through fantasy lands, we sailed on our magic carpet across the bridge of the Milky Way. Our hearts dancing in the wind, like the yellow butterflies ~como las mariposas amarillas~ that fly through moon-kissed fields... You gave me dandelions, and I vased them in my heart... ~Pour tous les saisons à s'épanouir~
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Added on June 16, 2017Last Updated on February 22, 2019 Tags: romance, past, dandelions, flowers, love AuthorMoonieAboutIf you're a dreamer, come in If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar A hope er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin .. more..Writing
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