"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Friday, August 16, 2013


quietly, the dandelion stands.
gently, the dandelion sways.
rooted, this little sapling holds.

she wonders both day and night, when?
both day and night, when?

at last, asleep fell she,
till the sun rose her.

and came the day where the wind carried them afar,
so far away.

she felt so light.

the influence, so subtle.

she felt free.

she knew now,
she leaves.

"sometimes it’s worse for us human beings to lose something dear to us than never to have had it at all.”