I am the dandelion
Spreading itself thin
Clinging to the wind and the air
The least important part of me
Is riding away into the sky
And I can do nothing but watch.


First time I saw the night
And let my arms spin
Forgetting every unsatisfactory thing
That loomed in my life;
I remember knowing
I could not trade seashells for gold,
Man was not something I needed,
And my eyes were seperate entities I couldn't control.


Everyday I walk to and fro
Thinking of every unbalanced proverb
Written on my interior walls
I smile and think of you
As you conquered the quicksand
Of my body
And led me into temptation
I thank the moon and my wings
That every delicate vertabrae
Was never harmed when we fell.

10/15/2003

Author's Note: ....yeah. I know.

Posted on 10/16/2003
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