This morning my eyes were closed again.
I felt the dandelion seed on my face, resting on my tears for all their unfulfilled wishes
Heavy hearts and dandelions, all blown in the clean air
There is no more blame, suffering, and pain for those dandelion babies
Only heavy hearts for us
With the demented minds
With our eyes staring through the dandelions cut too soon
And those who are calling out their names, in so many languages!