I was carried away by the wind—
So far to believe—
Believing that my soul will be healed.
Like dandelions in the rough—
So light but too tough.

I used to dance along
On the tall grasses—
Swaying back and forth
Like ships plunging into the port—
Leaving no chances.

We were like dandelions—
Painless but momentary.
Bloomed in our way
Like freckles on a warm day—
But clueless about our journey.
© Joel Gigante