Dandelion
On some evenings
When I allow myself
to the garden we made
Dandelions in my feet
ask me for you.
Uninvited they were at first
You remember I hope.
Question to the question I ask,
Why are they still here?
Don't they have to go ?
An abandoned path,
ain't I supposed to follow?
Its their job to stay,
smiling at me they say.
They summon spring for me.
They, the reason
for garden's glee.
Their yellow hairs are
the only beauty in the house
No wonder your image,
intentionally they forget to count.
They are here to make me have a wish
and hope for it until it dies.
They want me to forget the truth,
to live in illusion if not in lies.
So I take one, eyes close,
make a wish if you are here
O dandelion!
what a wasted life we got.