Dandelion
The dandelion that I’ve blown
has carried away my life.
One for wishes,
Two for needs,
Three for wantings,
Four for cares.
Guided up by magnetic skies
Beyond the horizon of my conscience’s reach.
They’ve left me liberty, bound me free
So I lie in the grass and forget how to breathe.
The clouds play a drama of other lives,
Forming, fading, merging, gone.
I lie on my back and watch those faces
Specters of an age I’ve never seen.
I lie on my back and watch those skies
Wasting my seconds and years away
Because I’ve blown the dandelion seeds
Out of my being without a goodbye.
