Letters to Dandelion Read Online Free PDF

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