Dandelions made of snow
blown to form sand castles made of memories,
One push to knock down a kingdom of emotions.
Inhaling the aroma of cinnamon,
exhaling cascades of sweetness.
Beyond my dreams and past my collections,
do not measure the time
the space or the distance
between here and there.
I made a deal with a cardinal,
for the power to fly and sing melodies for company.
Upside down- it's different now,
the clouds guide me,
it is what it seems.
Forget me, I'm free