Dandelions

“As dandelions fly
With the summer breeze,
I bid your eyes goodbye
For mine can’t but lie.

As dandelions disappear
In the summer night,
I vanish in thin air –
The magician’s greatest act.

If you whispered your dreams
To the dandelions you gifted to the wind,
Will I come back forevermore
Or will I see you no more?”

Ana.