The child
Inside me
Waits
Anxiously
For
You
To open
And
Become
The bestower
Of
The wondrous wishes
That
Play
In my dreams
Fidgeting for freedom
Which
Will arrive
When
Your
Blossoming seeds
Take flight
Like
Stars
Adrift
Across
Unending
Azure skies
–
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Oh, this brings back such precious childhood memories of watching one of these seed pods open and a strong wind suddenly scatter the seeds all across a summer-time meadow! Would that the seeds of our love and compassion should blow all over so effectively!
granbee,
I have a lot of childhood memories of blowing dandelions and making wishes too 🙂
Gorgeous words!
Thanks Lady Fi!