Dandelion Dreams

 

Paint me flowers

in fields where I can run

 

Love me in dandelion dreams

while the wind changes;

hold me closer

as fear ensues in funnels of fury

only this alley understands.

 

Still, I yearn for April

in her glorious rage

to kiss these skies blue gray.

 

There have been far too many shadows

moons ago when the green was gone,

 

and now, all I want is light.

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