There are many things that humans touch,
in the sea, in the sky, and the land.
There are many things that humans touch,
and build, and travel in, and stand.

The neon lights shine proud through the darkness.
The planes fly high, distant sound.  
The freeway buzz keeping humans moving on,
Lives revolve on borrowed ground.

There, through the crack in the steel grey cement,
A dandylion delicately stands.
It flourishes with a gentle force,
that is stronger than anything touched by man.

There are many things that humans touch,
in the sea, in the sky, and the land.
The one thing that no human can touch,
is mother nature’s hand.

You are my dandylion
and I wait with stealth of a summer day
for you to stop preening in the field
of high grass and green bottles.
Yes. I wait, stroke you gentle
with the ease of the summer breeze
as you sway and waltz
for the primroses and the cricket.
I watch with willful patience
like the ripening of the wild belladonna.
as you tease with your burst of yellow
for the field mouse and the garden gnome.
Yes. I will wait like summers heat
And when you are done,
And when your pretty
petals
lay
limply
at
your
roots,
I will take you gentle into my summers grasp
and with my summers breathe
blow your beautiful grey afro out unto the world to swallow.
Dandylion, pretty primping boy are you.

Sahn 6/7/2014

Dude! Disco dancing dogs devouring Dill duds
Digging ducks drew dreads
dreaming don't devour drool
Decked duet
Dimples dandylion deftness
Drink dead danimals.
Discharged!

I have come to love a boy at last
A dandylion son, born
With an arrow in his eye
On that first day of battle
A willing child at the helm
To steer me through
the darkness of blind old age.

I string together meagre fare
words that follow down the days and years
a conversation with a flower
and name the Sun a brother or sister fire
the temperature of my heart burning for love
and with love I write my letter to the Moon
who one night soon will full bloom
like the flower by my back door
a dandylion yellow delight.... never a ****
but a hardy free creature catching the beauty of simple life.

Most of the Dandylion's  have gone to seed
sporting white afro's
waiting for the right breeze
to be lifted into the air
and sail away to bed down till next spring.

Things touched deep in childhood
the fascination of a wondering mind
and where the heart becomes engaged
become part of your realised dreams
a resurrection of your contemplation
the secret you carried for all these years.