A little white fluff on a green stem.
The green stem blends with the surrounding grass.
When I wanted my dreams to come true my eight year old breath would blow the white fluff.
The sun would make the flurries sparkle and dance in the summer breeze.
It truly was magical.
I believed in fairies and wizards.
I remember the day my uncle got upset because I blew magic all over his perfectly green lawn.
My uncle informed me that apparently the fluff was a ****
not magic at all.
There is an innocence to not knowing.
The part of me that believed in magic and princesses disappeared.
I guess people have two choices in life
They can see a ****
Or they can see
magic.

Thoughts take off
From dandelion head
I lost them
but found one
In the palm
of your hand

I wonder
what it is like
to have a soul
that is tied to stone,
that is happy with
the littlest amount
of love shown.
I wonder
are those the souls
that can withstand
the strongest winds
in the worst storms?
I will never know.
I have a soul
that is lighter than dust.
In one gust of wind,
I am gone,
like a dandelion
dances in the wind,
after it is blown away
to make a fragile wish.

Wonderful madness,
Beauty amplified,
Magical chaos,
Determined randomness.

Swirls,
Momentum picks up.
Swirls,
Patterned, yet wild and free.
Swirls,
Gentle yet upstream.
Swirls.

Addicted to the kiss of the wind,
Mesmerized and carefree,
Unwavering,
Swept away by fate.

Drifts,
Quiet passion.
Drifts,
Silent screams.
Drifts,
Longingly collides.
Drifts.

S h e is playful vibrance
Struck by lightning
On a church steeple
In the eye of a storm
S h e laughs and cries and laughs again
H o l d i n g the crystal ball
But not looking in
The Sadhu dreams
Fire is a dandelion root
Being woken by songbirds in springtime

I blew away the seed head on my dandelion flower so that it could blow away and possibly colonize the soil and make a new.
I found it on a particularly hot autumn day. I was walking around
enjoying my self. The sights, the smells, then my eyes found you.
I was reluctant at first to approach... but I decided to test my luck.

See it's a certain technique you have to have with these things
be too hard and well... you'll lose it all. It'll all go away.
Be too soft and you won't get anywhere and have your
time wasted and still risk losing it.
But with just the right amount of force you can have it
hold it right there in your hands.
Luckily for me I was always good with my
hands, so my prize was that I could claim you
just temporarily as my own.
I proceeded with my day, still with you by my side.
Finally, made it home.
I put you by the window in vase. I can be a bit
airy so it quickly came to my attention that every time the wind blew
I could lose you, I could have it all gone, taken away.
One day the window jammed and had to stay down,
I though to myself ok great, I won't lose you now
but then a new threat raised... the **** opening and
closing of the door.
I moved it to my room where there was
no sunlight, no wind, just space.
But oddly this thing just didn't like it there,
it was a true wildflower and had to have
it's way.
So I let it. Besides I went through this
much trouble so far.
Time went on and day by day the fascination of my
catch dwindled.
I could tell my time with it was coming to an end
so of course one last hooray was in order!
It was loads of fun, I relished in my victory.

I blew away the seed head on my dandelion flower so that it could blow away and possibly colonize the soil and make a new.
I found it on a particularly hot autumn day. I was walking around
enjoying my self. The sights, the smells, then my eyes found... and I bet you never knew that this poem was about you.