Lost

Dandelions

I find myself sitting completely alone in a field of dandelions,

Its reach, farther than the eye can see in all directions.

An endless sea of white offering me solace in its soft and cotton-like embrace.

I pluck one dandelion from the hold of the earth,

Close my eyes,

Make a wish,

And blow.

My wish,

So simple in nature,

So pure in intention,

An edifice constructed of admiration and infatuation.

My wish

Brings the stars in the Heavens that are gazed upon by all

Down to the earth in an endless torrent,

Finding their final resting place among those who worshipped them

Only to be used by me to acquire the desires of my heart.

My wish

Lines the depths of my pockets with coins.

It carries me to the sides of a well,

Allowing me to toss each coin in and make more wishes.

My wish

Grants endless opportunities for me to get the one thing I actually want.

It provides all the help I need to obtain my one true desire.

My wish

Is for your view of me to mirror my view of you...

A perfect specimen.

No blemishes or miscalculations in your creation.

Too astonishing to not be one of the stars in the Heavens coveted by all,

Too dexterous to be an ordinary person,

Too superior to be deserved by any.

A gift to be admired by all but touched by none.

All I desire is for you to feel the way I feel,

But everyone knows that love created by magic always has adverse complications.

So again, I find myself sitting in a field of dandelions.

Its reach, farther than the eye can see in all directions.

An endless sea of white, offering me solace in its soft and cotton-like embrace.

I pick another dandelion and stare at it.

Lost in a void of unrequited love and wondering what to wish for.

I close my eyes,

And blow.

My wish?

That one day I will be able to move past what I feel for you.

                                                                                                                              -J.M.