Threaten lady as the dandelions
abandon their seeds.
Cry sterile each your sadness – never forgetting
your reasons, that they did finally leave you.
What does this world say to you
veiled within in, you black and white point of view?
If it bled, would you identify the hurt as red
with it’s blotched marked stains –
still hopeful of their great expectations.
You took council once
lock tight, that which you, would not wish known.
Keep not your eyes open, whilst dreaming
for feeble beware, the ignorance of others.
Cold scorn to those, who would gladly have you trodden.
Threaten lady once more – as the dandelions
Reality always; she does mingle
in the silence of the truth…
April 2nd 2015