Open Wide and Let Me In

Poetry

Photo by Vero Manrique on Unsplash

Dandelion dreams
no longer scream
softer nights on
pillowed white’s

winged back
forced into flight
no longer flying
grounded I am

time is the lesson
nobody can teach
best slowed down
a bit to the left
and a touch to the right

petals, they form
like tendrils of life
only to wilt
in front of your eyes

surely this is nature’s invite?

a welcoming hand,
outstretched, ushering
you to the class of
life after death
the beauty in
no longer mourning
goodbye before it begins

all the wise things
you couldn’t see
until you could

circular key of dreams
flow of stream
fluid curves
straight from source