Note From a Dandelion

I used to see the way you looked at me
sometimes you would stop and stare
like the sun would split open your eyes
and suddenly you’d become aware

That the day gave to me
what it gave to you
though you couldn’t explain
how you looked at me and knew

I’ve seen some strange courses
from people avoiding paths
but everyone’s ways fade
into the distant past and I

could tell you your time is coming
but in fact it’s already come
your feet are worn from battle
with others and all they’ve done

you gave up your life for freedom
broke away from the others’ dreams
but what you couldn’t discover
is the mother of all lovers
what makes love what it means