Dream Aloft

The dream I had last night
My brain in rote memory
Reminding my resting heart
In its dormant state to
Awake into a belief of the
Possibility of a wish that can
Be to me more than thought
Like the blown silky soft
Dandelion weed we easily
Pluck from its waiting,

Lips almost kissing,
Hushed whistle, eyes pinched
In hope’s concentrated effort;
Giving these para trooping
Seeds now aloft to unknown
Destinations a blessing
Until landing in a golden
Field will soon be picked
Fingers holding stem steady
Under a smiling chin

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