Dandelion

Some dreams don't disappear; they change the shape of skies.
You don't keep a season by closing every door.
You don't keep a flower by asking it for more.
Some love is a garden, some love is the breeze,
And some love becomes the air that lets you breathe.
I'm a dandelion, floating through your days,
Leaving little pieces in unexpected places.
When you think I'm gone,
Look where the sunlight lies; I'll be dancing with the wind across another sky.
Make a wish, let me go; the wind already knows.