The seeds of the dandelion
slept quietly on the twirls of the breeze,
swirling lazily into the warmth of
September-
make a wish, and heave them along
into the unknown,
swimming into the depth of the air,
carrying a payload of hopes and dreams
and expectations on their wings-
I sent a great many of them soaring into
the void,
roaming the lands with my thoughts in tow,
like Arthur’s knights in search of the holy
grail-
how many delivered their cargo?
I drifted along with them,
aimlessly-
if you’re going to float along indefinitely,
you’d better soon learn how to fly*