Taxacum

I blow the dandelion clock and wish...

To fly like a dandelion seed,

shaped like a parachute, a fairy,

made to soar

to find a place of rest to cling to

melt into the fresh brown earth,

decomposed dreams of another time- this place.

Seeds find within themselves something,

more precious than life itself-

a reaching toward immortality

eternal wishes, eternal puffs of hope

on a dandelion clock...

wishing...

for more dandelions,

world without end.