Dandelion Dreams

Where dandelions bloom is where my childhood began Amongst them I would lie in fields of velvet green unfolded like a blanket upon the humble earth I’d gaze into a glistening sky and weave dandelion dreams upon my head in shy silence that stretched across time And then I’d walk with earthen feet clay-kissed to the wooded edge where I’d sit on the laps of leaves and behold God in nature’s simplicity Now the years approach me more fleetly than my heart shocking my essence shaking my simplicity There are now steel places and cold faces promising me man-made majesty and leading me into rooms of nothingness How I long to retrace my footsteps to those velvet fields to that wooded edge to God in nature’s simplicity But I fear my eyes will be blinded by visions of the dandelions wilting upon time’s forgetful fields and I will exist wordlessly in their stillness a statue of concrete and grace a faithful keeper and watcher of dandelion days lived in the warmth of a sheltering sun