Dandelions

Dandelion wishes.
     They brush past your rosy cheeks
                Like butterfly kisses.
                     A gentle caress--
           A small wrinkle in time
     When your hopes hang upon a breeze--
Suspended on the air,
        Then are brushed away
                   Like so many seeds.
                           From one wish springs another
                                   And then another dream--
                               They pop up like weeds.
                       Until by chance, or by fate,
              Your dreams are plucked from the ground
And blown away by the hopes of a stranger.
            In such a fragile cycle it continues forever,
                       Until the place where your hopes sprouted
                                  Remembers your dreams no more.
                          You realize that your life hangs
                                  Suspended on a breeze--
                                            The bloom of youth is faded and gray-
                                                           And your soul is whisped away.

And you, in turn, are forgotten