Letters to Dandelion (6 page)

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answer?

I can
tell you what happens,

these
tiny little flowers begin to

grow.

And you
wear them

like a
cap, because you

think
of them so much,

and you
strain to reach

to
touch –

that single person you see,

in the wide open field,

of
dreams,
in the fully planted acreage

of your
mind.

The One you want,

Is
like a Unicorn, a Pegasus,

flying
in the jet stream mist
of tomorrow’s dreams.

And
with just one kiss,

you’re
hooked by bliss,

of
thoughts and dreams

of
being with them for

eternity.

The
one you want, makes

everything
more vibrant,

and
colorful and funny.

They make you feel safe,

though
safety is just a state of

mind,
but what else is there

to
have within consciousness.

So,
the parallels go, that

a
Woman can have any

Man,
at any time, but

truly
cannot have the

Man
she wants.

Or
a Man can work hard,

create
his dreams, become

the
boss, take top slot,

rule
his kingdom, but

be
alone from the time

and
the effort he took,

so
he settles into an unhappy

unison
along the way.

Unless
luckily, the universe

smiles
on you with the other

half
of you, which most of us

are
so blind, seeking hands out,

desperately
to find.

Little
kiddies, with big hearts,

big
dreams and big bank accounts.

I’ve
written before that there
are only two types of love.

The one you will seek to find,

and
the one who will seek to

find
you.

What
happens often, these CODAs

of
time, bypass like the rain and

and
a sunny day, but rarely do they

combine
in form to create a sun-shower.

Love
could never be better,
when the balance is just right,
and you’ve found the one you
want,

who
wants you back, -

Just
like you’re the one.

I
only want you.

of
this I’m sure.

Because
you’re the one I adore.

Please
let me love you?

And
please let me hold you?

Let
me drink your tears away

as
they fall from your eyes?

Let
me gaze at your beauty,

when
you sleep all through
the night?

Yes,
you’re tough, and

maybe
quite strong,

but
I am built to carry

you.

I
was bred to protect you.

And
I will never leave you.

You
excite me –

You
make me happy.

And
our love is fueled

by
our chemistry.

I
react with you, the way I do,

because
it’s you.

I’m
gentle with you, because

you
are precious to me, and there’s

no
one else I feel this way about.

When
you sleep in my arms, I’m

amazed
at my journey which brought

me
to you.

All
the danger and all the anger,
all the let downs and the frustrations,

were
so worth the wait to have you

breathing
so beautifully and safely

on
my arm, right next to me.

I only want you.

You’re
the one who I chose.

No
one can know why.

But,
it’s important that you know my love.

We
can still have a beautiful, loving, rest of

our
lives together.

Please
think about this?

Please
say yes?

And
you will find,

That
I only want you.

Precious

Is, as
you sleep, I weep.

Over  your
strength.

And your
love, that you

feel
towards your own.

That,
that is all anyone can

hope
for. To receive and to

experience
your gracious

kindness.

The
tenderness, that I

can
imagine you show,

to your
very own, that

is why
they cling to you

and you
can never let

them go.

And as
you sleep, curled

up next
to your boy. That

is where
you should always
be and all you should ever

need to
do.

Because
I will find a way,

I will
work night and day,

I will
carve a path, and

I will
make one that will last,

as my
mind can only fast,

on the
dreams you both must

have.
Yours, a hope for their

future. 
Theirs, a dream of love

for
their Mother. 

So rest
my Beautiful Princess.

Sleep
and breathe in comfort,

and
trust a knight of peace.

Knowing
that someone in

this
world, knows to you,

what is;
… and that you are

….
extremely,  Precious.

Ink
and Quill

I
hope that these words do
not make your heart go still.

I
chose a different format to

record
these words, and that

is
by Ink and Quill.

But,
the ink I use is much more
than a lumicant. It is a declaration, 

a
proclamation, of my dedication,
only to you, of my love.

This
passage, that you see,
is written in my blood.

It’s
the only thing I really own.

And
the only proof, that these

words
came from me.

This
ink flows from my heart,

because
these are the words

that
I want you to see.

I
love you.

And
I’m in love with you.

And
I love all who you love,

and
will dedicate myself to

everything
above.

I
wanted to swear by something

you
can hold, and see, and know.

I
want to tell you in a way that

when
you hold this in your hands,

you
are holding a piece of me, as

well.

I
wanted these words to come

directly
from my heart, and this

is
the only way I knew how.

I
wanted to give you a part of me.

I
wanted to give you the most

authentic
part of me.

I
wanted to give you a part of me

that
I cannot live without, as a symbol

of
how I feel I cannot live without you.

I
wanted to give you the only part of

me
that can never, ever be changed.

Just
like my love for you.

I
wanted to give you a part of me,

that
is my only proof that I ever lived at all.

As
my face, my voice, my stature,

my
words, my deeds, my actions can

all
be destroyed and forgotten, but

my
blood is something that has never

been
here on Earth, and never will

be
here again.

It
is all that I truly will ever own.

I
wanted to write something to profound,

and
so true, that everything had to fall in

line
with the message.

So,
with this combination of quill and this
special ink, I wanted to say,

I
love you.  I need you.  I want you.

I
live for you.  I will grow for you.

I
will care for you.  I will die for you.

But,
mostly, I’m so happy our paths crossed.

My
beautiful, precious love.

My
heart bleeds love for you.

I
wanted to make you see, that my

words
are more than just words.

My
words are me, and I am my words.

And I love
you – all from my heart.

Magnetic

It’s hectic

Like Magnetic

to catch a glimpse of you.

So eclectic, like electric

because my feelings are true.

Through the corner of my eyes, I spy,

as in a mirror your face.

So full of light, my source of might

providing flow of my spirit’s grace.

To you, I’m drawn as though the spawn

of nature’s instinct - well,

Smooth like the yawn to kiss the dawn,

preceding daylight’s swell.

With just a thought I hear the song to

match your humming breath.

The words you speak, seem like to sing

expelling joy beyond wealth.

How I look, just how I wish to just

to hold your hand and have us walk

along, a-talk-a-long-a playful plan.

To me you ere so well with care too

much in protecting your heart; with

that I’ve always looked at you and thought

you to be very smart.

But I know that there is gold untold behind those precious
walls you protect,

and the
more beautiful
the prize that we try to hide,
the higher walls we project.

So this is why I am still magnetic in the words

that I speak and yeah I know it sometimes makes

me seem like a big fat geek.
But I am caught in your hold not wanting to let go

and my feelings for you daily just grow and grow.

So, here I sit, still trapped in this

magnetic field being pulled towards you.

Room

When I
fold up in my wings

I know I
can still bruise,

from the
force of a rock,

that
gets pelted through.

Hurled,
by the evil of the

world.
And no god ever

wants to
help me.

But at
least, inside, I can