Wishing on Dandelions

The story goes, if you blow all the seeds off a dandelion in one breath, then the person you love will love you back.

I wish to be the wind,

A gentle caress across your cheek

Then down towards your neck.

I wish to be the Sun,

A blanket of warmth

Embracing your being.

I wish to be the rain,

A pattering of soft kisses

on your forehead,

your nose,

And then your lips.

I wish to be the grass,

Long tendrils entangled

Finding their way back home

in the space between your fingers.

I wish to be the moon,

A thief stealing shy glances

From behind the cloak of night.