Oct 2013
Eline Dandelion
My dandelion, everywhere in spring and summer days, you are present
Soft is your tender touch when I drag you close to me
Oh dandelion, your beautiful cotton hair, like the aroma of red roses in the air,
It enamours me when I breathe it in,
And the wind that carries its aroma waltzes with enchantment to the tune of Lara’s Farolito
Dandelion, you are the flower that is ever present
Your light and gentle body occupies the dreams of my arms, wishing to hold your delicate, light frame.
Your seeds of love have long ago landed on my mind,
And I have planted them, too, in my heart so that this heart only beat for you.
But these seed are like any other seeds.
The farther away you are, the less likely they will grow, and flowers wilt
The closer you are, the more beautiful the flowers become, bloom.
Eline Dandelion, of all the other flowers and even dandelions, you are my favorite dandelion.
My dandelion, everywhere in spring and summer days, you are present
Soft is your tender touch when I drag you close to me
Oh dandelion, your beautiful cotton hair, like the aroma of red roses in the air,
It enamours me when I breathe it in,
And the wind that carries its aroma waltzes with enchantment to the tune of Lara’s Farolito
Dandelion, you are the flower that is ever present
Your light and gentle body occupies the dreams of my arms, wishing to hold your delicate, light frame.
Your seeds of love have long ago landed on my mind,
And I have planted them, too, in my heart so that this heart only beat for you.
But these seed are like any other seeds.
The farther away you are, the less likely they will grow, and flowers wilt
The closer you are, the more beautiful the flowers become, bloom.
Eline Dandelion, of all the other flowers and even dandelions, you are my favorite dandelion.
I wrote most of this back in early August, when dandelions were still found everywhere. Now, late September, I've only seen two. I was walking by a parking garage on my way to class when I saw these two lone dandelions, one in front of the other. I was tempted to pick one up, but I decided not to. Who knows how much longer they will last, with all the winds and fall coming.
