Letters to Dandelion by Xve Page A

you.
     
    Call me.

 
    STORY
     
            Evening shade has dawned over the
earth. Yet one
    such soul has not noticed. Weary in his
travels, sore in his
    muscles, cloudy in his mind, but full of
one objective in
    his heart. He presses on.
     
            He has walked many miles to stand
on the edge of
    realizing his goals, and yet the struggle
seemed short. But
    in his mind he had already agreed at no
cost would he lose
    his true love; for every step he took
brought him closer and
    ever closer. The hunger of his passion
fueling his body at
    times where there was little or no effort
left to point the
    direction.
     
            Sometimes a fond memory became his
only friend in
    times of need, or a recollection of a sworn
promise that to
    him, steel, would shatter easier than mere
spoken words.
     
            With this in our traveler’s mind,
he laughs about the
    past, engages the present, and boldly
chases his future.

And then, one day ….
     
    A plain little bird, with a bright yellow bill,
    sang a charming mellow tune from atop my window sill.
     
    Within my surroundings, the music seemed to fill,
    as I woke to the sound,
    and noticed my world around.
     
    The walls which were always, a touch-tinge of grey,
    appeared much lighter and luminescently brighter,
    this mystical magical day.
     
    The clouds that normally loomed, above my ickety-rickety
bed,
    faded to obscurity from the song flowing inside my head.
     
    My eyes what tend to stick closed on most dreary days?
    Could not appear wider, when taking in the sun’s rays.
     
    The bird chirped and peeped; hopped about on its tiny feet.
    Circled and looked about – then all things, repeat.
     
    I moved closer, as not to startle, but to simply observe,
    My new found friend, this interesting bird who of my respect
    is well deserved.
     
    This harbinger of song, this bringer of happiness and peace
    of which her influence, I hoped would not cease.
     
    Of course it was new,
    Of course it was different,
    Of course I want this to last,
    Who wouldn’t?
     
    She was strange at first,
    She was definitely different.
I became so attached to her beauty and magnificence.
     
    It was just at that moment, when I had thought this all
through,
    I stretched out my hand, in total hopes of holding you.
     
    And then, she flew – long and far away.
    Never to ever see her again, even to this day.
    Returning me to an even darker world than previously before.
And nothing has been the same ever since.

 
    When I sleep, I
dream …
     
    And she’s always there.
    Perfect little Blonde, with
    pink streaks in her hair.
     
    But, the perfection of what
    I speak , is of how we’ve seemed
    to grow.
     
    To where she loves me too,
    And we’re all to the other that
    we know.
     
    Yea, she spunky, and she’s funny,
    and she’s two bottles of Alleve a night
    for all the headaches and trouble.
     
    She’s so sexy, and perplexing, and
    keeps me on my toes.
     
    She reaches for me, she kisses me,
    She hugs me oh so closely.
     
    She loves me – She’s not afraid,
    not under pressure or under
    any spell.
     
    She walks with me, holds my hand,
    kisses me with her beautiful lips.
     
    She allows me to love her, and
    when we’re together, the world
    comes to a complete stop.
     
    We have agreement,
    We have trust,
    We play, we reach for the
    other.
     
    We curl up together –
    We peacably sleep –
    And have fun when we eat,
    because she’s my other, better
    half who I can’t live without.
     
    She mirrors who I am.
    She believes in our abilities.
    And we go forward and grow,
    because to each other, we’re
    all that we know.
     
    But when I wake up –
    She’s gone.
    And I have to face the day alone.
     
    Reality becomes one, as I realize
    I’m alone, and the only thing that
    loved me the night before,
     
    were the wrinkles in the sheets.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    SAYONARA SONNET
     
    Adieu,
     
    To you.
     
    Please don’t spoil my view, of the
    tears that drip from my