Dandelion

A dandelion danced for me,

Wistfully upon the wind.

It took my thoughts hostage,

Adrift the current of a whim.

She lured my heart to a blissful calm,

That stole me away for quite a while,

Then promptly went on to play for me,

A ballet for pay in smiles.

Just as graceful as strong and strangely still,

A feignedly bashful, weightless fairy

Sliding along the gentle breeze–

Climbing the vacant blue at will.

She softly shoved a weighted world,

Far from mindful view,

Then angelically aloft, held herself in my eye,

Beckoning sweet tableaus of you.

As if her sole purpose,

Was to float an alluring path,

That waltzed my cluttered mind to clean,

To bring me before an audience of none,

And free my soul to sing.

This tiny, purely off-white puff of joy,

Then climbed slowly out of sight,

Trailing as closely as my eyes could hold,

She was inhaled deep into the light.

The breath that took her far from me,

Returned with thoughts of you,

Your playful side,

Your gentle way,

And that special thing you do,

When you gaze into my eyes,

As if to count each eyelash,

Then calm the very core of me,

With more peace than I can stand.

Just like that satin, snowflake dandelion,

On the edge of dreamy air,

Patiently floating my cautions to a tepid wind,

Along with all my earthly cares,

Teetering my expectation,

Waiting for her to dive,

An angel taunting and thrilling me,

Keeping my soul alive.