Like a dandelion seed,
that lands on a palm,
I found the muscle,
With the wind to wrestle.
“I am done being swayed,
And pushed and shoved,
I am taking a stand,
to break your command.”
Your palms made a nest,
For a tiny moment’s rest,
For yet another flight,
To take on the wind’s might.
And I heard while I lay,
Your eyes whisper and say,
The words shared by few,
“I see you.”
‘Twas that moment,
That freed all lament,
I knew before I again flew,
I had found me through you.
breathe. feel. love. 