Like The Seed of a Dandelion...

Like the seed of a dandelion,

My fleshy limbs now transformed into

Wispy weakness;

Tethered only to the meat of my being,

A humble, bulb-like vessel

Housing the essence of my spirit:

I float.

Coasting aimlessly along

Manipulated by the wiles of life’s elements,

In desperation for some semblance of stability,

While tortured by the molten throes of yearning:

My silken, thinness

Strokes the air;

In desperate haste

For the merest caress of paradise edge.

A place where love thrives; eluding all who search for it

Armed with clouded, open, naked eyes…