Dandelions

Dandelions

Dream! Dream you

In the meadows and the fields!

Feel the winds of change

Pushing at your napes,

But stay tethered until you

Have enough faith–

Until a child’s breath guides you all and

You get carried away.

What is it you fear more–

The danger of not knowing

What comes next, or

The thought of all the things

You could be?

You are chattering teeth

In the mouth of a cowardly lion

An obstinate collection of weeds

In the garden of a reality

That’s constantly moving,

Moving around you when

It could be moving through you

If it weren’t for the chattering,

That fantastic chattering that makes

Action so much harder than

The safety of your wishing.

But, oh! Think of what you will achieve!

When at last you break away;

When at last it’s your time to fly and

You come parachuting down

Into this wondrous life!

You could bring a brilliant gold

To the Earth’s marvelous mane.

You could make any person happy

By simply carrying their name.

So, sit not in silence much longer

You fathomless florets of unbridled potential

In hopes for some gust to motivate

The world does not wait so instead

Have the courage to blow it away..

Ghost Flower

Ghost Flower

There beneath the beech trees
Embalmed in the moss and leaves I
Thought I saw you
Wilting in a white dress. You
Looked as though you were
Left at the altar
Some time ago
A corpse in a forest
Cursed to sustain herself and
Never grow. You will take others
For your host but
Never have much to show.
They will look past your surface and see
There is nothing sweet inside
They will suck you til their fits are quelled
And leave you hanging dry.

And what do you do?
Keep your true colors
The resplendent pinks and blues
Hidden in your empty veil
Of pallid hues and
Content yourself with being a parasite
Existing only in the comfort of
Somebody else’s life until
They reach back
And you turn black and
You wither and die.

I thought I saw you kneeling
I thought I heard your cry.
Did you want the world to stop
When it kept on passing you by?

No, ghost flower.
Your prayers will go unanswered.
I have seen your story and
Only heaven knows why
When the smoke clears and I
Awake from this dream
I will swear I’ve seen you
Somewhere, everywhere
And I will take a look in the mirror
And watch you disappear
You will remember and you
Will be forgotten by all
Except for me.