Dandelion

Fingers dry
from winter weather.
Heaves a sigh
for he's still tethered.

Not with chains
or knotted ropes
but by loosened reins
and loss of hope.

No control
of thoughts or words
a heavy toll
for flightless birds.

Gusty gales
blown off course
heal what ails
go back to source.

Pray in darkness
for the light.
Hear a "yes"
in warm delight.

The voyage take
'cross several seas.
Memories make,
though none with me.

Float about
like a dandelion seed.
Never doubt
you fill a need.