Letters to Dandelion by Xve

Bubbles
    There
we are, on the sides of the bottle
    as we
swirl and swish about like bubbles,
    while
some great deity, mixes us inside
his tea.
     
    So
many things could be,
    but
one that I am most happiest about,
    is
obviously, you and me.
     
    Things
could have been so different,
    like
we could have been bubbles in
    another,
or separate bottles of time.
     
    Different
places, or other skins,
    so
much different from the ones
    that
we so love to rub against.
    Where
you fly like a bird
    and I
swim like a fish,
    and we
would have never met.
     
    See,
it doesn’t matter, the how,
    or the
why, or the what; what brings
    a
smile to my face is the who and
    the
when – the fact that out of all
    the
bubbles that fizzle, sizzle or
    pop,
your precious skin has rubbed
    up
against my own, in an entire sea
of endless possibilities.
     
    I’ve
lived in a bottle of time, on
    the
same planet that wars have
    been
fought, and oceans crossed,
    and
planes fly so high, that in a
    place
where mountains rise and
    volcanoes
swallow Islands back
    into
the murk, where the depths
    are
deep and the sheep sleep
    under
the stars with one eye open.
     
    With
all that variety, and history,
    and
distances, and places to get
    lost
in, and to and fro – I came
    to
somehow, one day, experience
    and
know,
     
    who
you are, and hear your travels,
    and
witness your growth and love
    your
whole being.
     
    I
kissed you,
    I held
you,
    I
looked into your eyes,
    and
saw you.
    The
real you.
     
    That
being said, the possibilities in
    life,
and really, not just the life
    we
know,
    are
endless,
    and
boundless,
    and
timeless –
     
    So,
our time – is now,
    and
our connection, was
    made
certain,
    by
some great deity,
    drinking
his tea,
    and
swirling it around,
    until
you met me.
     
    I
can’t thank him enough,
    for
making that happen.
    I
can’t imagine my life,
    where
you had never been.
    I don’t want to think, of
    a time
where I can’t see you,
    and I
dread the minutes that
    seem
like centuries, when
    you
are away from me.
     
    A
warrior grows fearful, when
    his
sword is out of reach, and
    without
you, I am without sword,
    shield
and armor, thus, I am naked,
    as
your skin against mine, is what
    I need
to feel complete.
     
    I was
made to be in the same
    era,
see the same aura, share
    the
same flora in our ticking,
trickling moments of life together.
     
    So as
one bubble to another,
    floating
around the untranquil sea
    of
life, I’m eternally happy we
    have
met, and when I put it all in
this perspective,
     
    I can
define the reasons why,
    I love
you so much.

Humble
Hopes
·          Great Inspirations
    ·          Living on Gifted Time
    ·          Subliminal Curtain
    ·          Time and Chance
    ·          Why wouldn’t I celebrate …
    ·          Show me your heart
    ·          I would never hurt you …
    ·          I bought a painting
    ·          I knew you once
    ·          Please allow me a chance ?
    ·          My hope for you this Day …
    ·          Thinking of her
    ·          A Letter Grounded in Gravity
    ·          Nothing but my …
    ·          Better late than never
    ·          Why are fish so cool …
    ·          You
     

Great Inspiration …
     
    waits for no one.
    And the right time is always the exact moment when the world
seems to fade away,
    allowing focus on a true lesson, a thought to be finally
heard or a reason understood.
     
    It’s late as I write this, because I’ve been thinking about
someone.
     
    A woman who in many ways is still just a pretty little
frustrated girl.
     
    Someone who, if she could understand how truly unique she
really is,
    and could look past everything that has happened thus far in
her life,
    maybe she might realize that there was more to it all than
meets surface eye.
     
    How in a way she might be like everyone else, going through
the motions,
    the struggles and