Teresa Ann Frazee

Left to fate, a wish somersaults amid aerial blue
Stealing the imagination of children without their say
Tricked by ingrained rituals, misled by superstition
Dandelions gone to seed obey their calling as they stray

Letting go, crossing the trodden path of tranquility
Past the phantasmal space where outlived dreams and weird luck settle
Guardians of nature´s secrets are dazzling as they fall
As if in slow motion, reason and time cease to meddle

Far above where our forgotten ancestors silently sleep
Dispersed refugees advance to a land of make believe
Homeward, seeds yield to gravity, colonizing the ground
Then a wish is granted only to the hopelessly naive