Memories
Before the sun awakens and the moon goes back to bed, I wanted to jot down the ideas in my head... Like dandelion seeds, they're scattered to and fro... trying to find a fertile place where they can stop to grow. Many thoughts are wasted, they never see the light, and others stay and give me the dreams-I have often in the night. Some are rather beautiful, some colorful, some vast... others are just random memories of my distant past. They drift like snowflakes, falling, dancing all around, before they slowly, carefully, lie upon the ground. I see the sky is lightening, ready for the day, but not yet for me... I'm very tired!..back upon my bed to lay. ...to maybe catch a couple winks and blow the dandelions some more, so I can jot more ideas down to make them last forever more. -Brandy Leigh Lane