I want to be a dreamer
because sometimes when I wish on dandelions
I don’t blow every seed off with one breath
and sometimes when I smile
it’s because I have to
and sometimes when I see a rainbow
I’m still mad that it rained
and sometimes I whisper to the wind as it kisses my face
and I tell it that I don’t know if I can do this
and it replies in that quiet voice wind has
that even with the winter
lilacs always bloom in the spring
