Dandelion Seed Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

A dandelion once asked
if he could have a place
outside your window sill

Just so he could peek
at your sleeping face
as you slowly stir each morning,
watch as you paint
sunsets and silver linings
as you pass your weekend evenings,
and ponder on what dreams
you have hidden amidst the stars
as you gaze the skies each night

And for you to someday wake
to a flower in full bloom,
carrying many more seeds
to find their home in others...

(Or to be kept in your care
if your heart so desires -
to sprout and to bloom
and to fall in love all over again...
like the time he first saw you
staring out your window.)