dandelion days

a poem (& introduction)

momentary beauty, 
ephemeral bliss
i’d like to soak in the sun
and to always have this

yet 
time 
scatters
into the wind 
like dandelion seeds, 
a thousand never-ending 
promises 
that might someday 
grow and
bloom and
live all over again.

Maybe my mother is right
and this life is worth living.

i pray my days 
have sown 
a thousand seeds, 
touched a thousand lives, 
have spiderwebbed 
across the world,
a gossamer
of silk and snow 
i’ll never know

but 
in the end, 
i want to see 
my life’s 
shattered mirror 
bloom into 
a glass tapestry 
of everyone 
i hope to have saved