dandelions

the first dandelions are coming to life
are coming alive
turning into dust
in the cold of your eyes
are melting as ice
at the brink of a smile
coming alive, coming alive
in the dark of the last spark
of the beauty of the night
fire beetles of hope
of joy and the globe
of the evanescent light
in you stands the universe
falling apart
as your last seed
takes wing
and you still sing
the song of the breed
the soil and the wied
the sky and the moon
the bride and the groom
the inner me and soon...
the dandelions are coming to life
are coming alive