The force of my sigh
Makes hundreds of tiny white fairies leave their home,
Carrying whispers spoken above them
They soar in the air,
Taken by wind gusts
Acting as messengers
As I indulge in a healing breath.
I imagine the paths they will take,
Some will falter and create new homes among the grass,
And others will
Continue on, by some miracle
To harbor my secret wish
And land in your midst,
Where they will whisper my words in your ear
Before their wings fail and drop them -
These dandelion fairies
Bearing my love.