Dandelions

Like a dandelion

We tear away from ourselves

Leaving an empty nest atop a stem

To explore new expanses of a crystalline horizon

Frenzied by the unknown propulsion

Of a charged phantom

Who carries us onward toward the sun

To make acquaintances with the stars

Who keep clandestine dreams hidden

Beneath the cold black canvas

They were painted on so fervently

Small wisps are all we are

Spinning through opulent twilight

Until we touch down

Falling from grace and into

The earth of reality

Leaving our remnants to grow

Into yet another, and another

To color the skies with the essence

Of the dandelion.

Reviews

[Jeremy Wyatt]

Wow I love this, my pal has a tremendous spiritual affinity with dandelion seeds, so I just painted her a wee painting of some. Maybe I can show it here somehow it fits with this sweet poem really well !