wishes on the wind

 
dying dandelions dream of motherhood  
as their sweet petals wilt and dry  
as their buttery buds are pollinated  
by an obliging bee  
and their womanhood becomes seed  
 
they daydream on a lovely summer breeze  
their children on a wish and a prayer are then carried away  
to take hold in fertile soil, perhaps your open mind  
in a field, in a garden, or even a sidewalk crack  
 
my wishes are taken afloat by a wind that was listening  
and given rebirth elsewhere so the cycle of life carries on its destiny  
beautiful redemption, for what some see as a simple weed  
to me is the most beautiful flower in the garden  
 
growing to spite it all  
blooming in my mind today  
memories and wishes  
he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me sometimes  
and if our love wilts and dies  
 
my heart's seeds will flourish  
from my chaste visions of hope, this is my wish  
oh wise dandelion bud free your wisdom today on the air  
 
imbued with mystery and understanding  
to me, you are the epitome of living  
to die to live again somewhere else, beautiful  
 
today I set my face to the life-giving sun  
blessed to be the prettiest in my garden of hope  
because you contain visions I've yet to dream