Dandelions

Waning like the moon above 

I'm falling into a reverie

Afraid to ever lose control

This tension is like gravity

Still I want to change, I want to grow

I want to move when the wind blows

Like wildfire breaks the cones 

Force the trees to let go

I will open up the same 

It's in the eyes

The pliant light

Like dandelions drifting far away 

A quiet song 

The weak are strong

Tenderly reaching for the coming day