Our love grew
Blossomed
Not into a short lived rose
With all its possessive beauty
But into an untouchable
Dandelion
With the gale of time
Carrying it away as soon
We attempt to hold it too dearly
Too closely.

The seeds of memories escape us
But they don't cease to exist
They may drift away
But they will drift back down to earth
Gradually and quietly
Transforming the barren of our minds
Into a beautiful and fertile land
Unending.