Letters to Dandelion

by Xve

  A world divine

  of candy cane children playing atop a cool mint iceberg

  about to break off into the glistening mouthwash sea.

  An ocean of swirling passions, a Sargasso,

  which I can only allow to drip so lightly slow

  during the moments with which when we engage.

  It produces such a rage; barring danger, never in anger,

  but a quiet quivering waver of my defenses.

  Damn, where did they go?

  Maybe they retreated back to a time, when I knew you not,

  but meeting you filled my hopeless heart,

  in times of mind, through hopes of dreams,

  to the construct of fantasizing your deep brown eyes,

  looking back into mine.

  Did I foresee the future?

  Maybe, Yes, I’d say, every day,

  as my emotions played,

  and constructed the perfect woman within my heart’s desire to meet.

  So who says dreams never come true?

  My dreams did,

  …………………………...... the very first moment,

  I ever touched you.

  Seal

  She complained a little,

  as I lay behind her.

  Her butt sunk into by stomach,

  with the length of my leg

  covering her entire side,

  then, bending in at the nape

  of her knees.

  My chest was steamy with

  the sweat off her back, and

  my left arm was submerged

  into the puff of her belly,

  coiled under, in a grip that

  I knew couldn’t slip.

  My other arm, pillowed her

  head perfectly, with my fingers dangling far out of reach, of

  her

  tiny little hand.

  She inched for some space,

  which I allowed, knowing

  that before, an old pillow so

  square and cold, once lay

  in her place.

  That thing was famous.

  Known to me by so many names,

  and now it just lay on the floor.

  As I held her so tight,

  little did she know, that

  I had been holding her,

  that way for all my life.

  And I wanted, nothing now

  to come between us.

  The Masses, a Few, and then there’s You…

  I can count the amount of people, close to me, on pretty much one finger.

  So my mind when doing this, tends not to linger.

  But a finger bends in three places,

  Allowing three spaces,

  for special graces.

  As for the masses,

  My concern over passes,

  Because they are way too intertwined with the daily grind

  And see very little to do in creating an ounce of spectacular vernacular

  for their own.

  It’s no surprise ninety-five percent are controlled by five,

  And the masses are also commonly referred to as, drones.

  Then there are the few.

  Who come along just as they do, at the right time when life is full of strife,

  Able to throw off the concerns of the gimme, gimme, get, get world;

  to see someone standing there, maybe gasping for air, with a butcher

  knife snugly dug into their chest, and reach in and stoutly pull it out.

  These people, these few, at the time appear to know exactly what to do,

  and it can feel as though they had saved your life. (It so seems.)

  They must be the answer to your dreams, and time goes by; – until,

  It’s so long ago, that you’ve forgotten the original pain that clouded

  your brain, and drenched your world with rain.

  Why, remembering that, actually comes at a strain, and that’s a good thing.

  But now, the stress has been replaced with a new.

  The one who you thought would always be there for you -

  Call it time,

  Call it boredom,

  Call it simple youth –

  Why not just call it the truth?

  The one who you thought was so “for you”,

  The one who you perceived was endlessly true,

  The person who was narrowed down by the category of “few”,-

  May not be whom they appeared to be.

  It’s such a rough awakening from a dream.

  Don’t take it wrong –

  There was true love shared.

  Don’t think badly of them, or yourself, you both still cared.

  But now the same feelings just aren’t there.

  One small argument; which lead to overnight thoughts.

  Maybe an infidelity,

  Or, maybe things have just run their course.

  Now you are older, wiser, and can push on without remorse.

  I say you – because, now, I have met you.

  Fictional as this passage may be –

  Speculative as it is –

  Far from the truth, or right on the head,

  This story has happened to someone.

  Maybe you, maybe me, in some point of time, it has set someone free.

  Hurt; but what changes there?

  Wiser; for the entire better.

  And, open – for something, or someone new.

  My life was harrowed, as the sinews to my priorities grew.

  Thoughts have become narrowed, but my focus is now trued,

  And then in a blessing – I finally met you.

  In short,

  I am so very happy to have met you.

  Should these words become a pyramid, the very top would be you.

  The pretentiousness of my life in unrealistic loves have been burned away –

  And in my heart, there is standing room only for --

  You.

  Oddities …

  Are what makes many people unique.

  Though – there are some who would

  scoff at the thought and apply another

  labeling word, and that word is --

  Freak.

  So, to round out my exposition,

  Pease review some famous oddities

  for this lesson.

  POE – Pound for pound was the greatest wordsmith next to Aristotle.

  A tortured soul, who carried love for the word and love of a woman

  to an unmarked grave. A master of writing, who created many times

  inside, the singular mind. Poe never truly made it, but he was a legend

  in his own time. And because I am a writer, he is never far from my spirit.

  MARTIN LUTHER KING – Was a tender heart, wrapped up in a Man’s skin.

  A visionary of peace and justice,

  Of love for all.

  And a voice, silenced, by the fact, that he was a pure

  heart, wrapped up in the skin of a Man.

  MOTHER TERESA – Saw no need for fame, comforts or glory.

  She extended her knotty hands, and brought

  forth mercy, to those who needed desperately,

  a touch from God.

  There are so many others, Gandhi, Jesus, Buddha – People of peace, vision and reason.

  One other existed though in my tiny world:

  DANDY – You’d never know her. To me, she was a spectacular lover,

  and a short whisper of pleasure, in my often painful life.

  I wanted to make her my wife, and grow with her, but, fate sees things

  so very different.

  She was an oddball, beautiful, colorful, under duress from her life like

  so many. Yes, an oddity, just like me.

  But, then again, what do I know?

  When I’m just a freak.

  Flowers in the fissures

  I can feel the seeds take root,

  growing inside the rows of folds,

  the
billowy cotton of my brain.

  Sprouting tiny thoughts of her,

  when shined upon from her

  beauty, and rained upon by

  the ambrosial archipelago

  the sound her voice brings.

  The spring of my love dawns,

  like a long morning’s yawn,

  to the taffy-oranged eye, of

  the sun in the deep-blue sky,

  as she pads softly through my mind;

  naked, hair a flow, through many

  flowered rows of all my thoughts

  that are planted-rooted about her.

  She is the garden, the water,

  the air, the breeze, the light,

  the energy and the gardener.

  I am just a lucky observer,

  for seeing her could never be

  sweeter, smelling her work

  no more rewarding, and

  experiencing her –

  A blessing, only one that time

  and chance could hope to bring.

  God knows, so many things,

  could have been so different.

  As I imagine the wonderful

  pains I have, wanting for her,

  loving her, wishing for her,

  waiting for her, yet a coda

  gone by, could have thrown

  that so far awry.

  And what is it like, when you meet?

  Someone so very truly unique?

  That you feel there just one chance,

  of a one in a million romance?

  And luck seems to stand as the sole

  default answer?

  I can tell you what happens,

  these tiny little flowers begin to

  grow.

  And you wear them

  like a cap, because you

  think of them so much,

  and you strain to reach

  to touch –

  that single person you see,

  in the wide open field,

  of dreams,

  in the fully planted acreage

  of your mind.

  The One you want,

  Is like a Unicorn, a Pegasus,

  flying in the jet stream mist

  of tomorrow’s dreams.

  And with just one kiss,

  you’re hooked by bliss,

  of thoughts and dreams

  of being with them for

  eternity.

  The one you want, makes

  everything more vibrant,

  and colorful and funny.

  They make you feel safe,

  though safety is just a state of

  mind, but what else is there

  to have within consciousness.

  So, the parallels go, that

  a Woman can have any

  Man, at any time, but

  truly cannot have the

  Man she wants.

  Or a Man can work hard,

  create his dreams, become

  the boss, take top slot,

  rule his kingdom, but

  be alone from the time

  and the effort he took,

  so he settles into an unhappy

  unison along the way.

  Unless luckily, the universe

  smiles on you with the other

  half of you, which most of us

  are so blind, seeking hands out,

  desperately to find.

  Little kiddies, with big hearts,

  big dreams and big bank accounts.

  I’ve written before that there

  are only two types of love.

  The one you will seek to find,

  and the one who will seek to

  find you.

  What happens often, these CODAs

  of time, bypass like the rain and

  and a sunny day, but rarely do they

  combine in form to create a sun-shower.

  Love could never be better,

  when the balance is just right,

  and you’ve found the one you

  want,

  who wants you back, -

  Just like you’re the one.

  I only want you.

  of this I’m sure.

  Because you’re the one I adore.

  Please let me love you?

  And please let me hold you?

  Let me drink your tears away

  as they fall from your eyes?

  Let me gaze at your beauty,

  when you sleep all through

  the night?

  Yes, you’re tough, and

  maybe quite strong,

  but I am built to carry

  you.

  I was bred to protect you.

  And I will never leave you.

  You excite me –

  You make me happy.

  And our love is fueled

  by our chemistry.

  I react with you, the way I do,

  because it’s you.

  I’m gentle with you, because

  you are precious to me, and there’s

  no one else I feel this way about.

  When you sleep in my arms, I’m

  amazed at my journey which brought

  me to you.

  All the danger and all the anger,

  all the let downs and the frustrations,

  were so worth the wait to have you

  breathing so beautifully and safely

  on my arm, right next to me.

  I only want you.

  You’re the one who I chose.

  No one can know why.

  But, it’s important that you know my love.

  We can still have a beautiful, loving, rest of

  our lives together.

  Please think about this?

  Please say yes?

  And you will find,

  That I only want you.

  Precious

  Is, as you sleep, I weep.

  Over your strength.

  And your love, that you

  feel towards your own.

  That, that is all anyone can

  hope for. To receive and to

  experience your gracious

  kindness.

  The tenderness, that I

  can imagine you show,

  to your very own, that

  is why they cling to you

  and you can never let

  them go.

  And as you sleep, curled

  up next to your boy. That

  is where you should always

  be and all you should ever

  need to do.

  Because I will find a way,

  I will work night and day,

  I will carve a path, and

  I will make one that will last,

  as my mind can only fast,

  on the dreams you both must

  have. Yours, a hope for their

  future. Theirs, a dream of love

  for their Mother.

  So rest my Beautiful Princess.

  Sleep and breathe in comfort,

  and trust a knight of peace.

  Knowing that someone in

  this world, knows to you,

  what is; … and that you are

  …. extremely, Precious.

  Ink and Quill

  I hope that these words do

  not make your heart go still.

  I chose a different format to

  record these words, and that

  is by Ink and Quill.

  But, the ink I use is much more

  than a lumicant. It is a declaration,

  a proclamation, of my dedication,

  only to you, of my love.

  This passage, that you see,

  is written in my blood.

  It’s the only thing I really own.

  And the only proof, that these

  words came from me.

  This ink flows from my heart,

  because these are the words

  that I want you to see.

  I
love you.

  And I’m in love with you.

  And I love all who you love,

  and will dedicate myself to

  everything above.

  I wanted to swear by something

  you can hold, and see, and know.

  I want to tell you in a way that

  when you hold this in your hands,

  you are holding a piece of me, as

  well.

  I wanted these words to come

  directly from my heart, and this

  is the only way I knew how.

  I wanted to give you a part of me.

  I wanted to give you the most

  authentic part of me.

  I wanted to give you a part of me

  that I cannot live without, as a symbol

  of how I feel I cannot live without you.

  I wanted to give you the only part of

  me that can never, ever be changed.

  Just like my love for you.

  I wanted to give you a part of me,