scarlet poet

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.


  • Evergreen

    This is amazing! I love love love it.

  • Saxon Crow

    I completely love this poem and it's title. Faved 😊

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