dandelion wishes

I feel the cool wind,

Gently brushing my skin.

Each flutter carefully timed,

The dove takes over the sky.

 

My soft hair caresses my neck,

Sending shivers down my spine.

I look up at the golden glazed sky,

As I can only but hope for a sign.

 

Bright colors of glory,

Blinding everyone from the truth.

Life’s true story,

Life’s teasing secret.

 

I guess it’s for the better,

After all, we’re all just weeds,

Wishing to be wishes.

But lies being the thing to spread our seeds.

 

I look around one last time,

Smiling as God shakes his head,

Breath in the sweet scent of springtime,

Close my eyes and take in my surroundings.

 

Rustling flowers being a sweet medley,

Warm, salty tears falling down my cheeks,

As I blow gently,

And make one last wish.