The Wish

Vibrant shields of yellow

Hope is held within small pedals

As I stand inside the field

It all becomes so sentimental

Lights flicker in a childhood

Senses grab at my belonging

Familiar dreaming you again

One day noon will not find me

When seasons call upon the grey

It's magical what has remained

Such miracles they hope to bring

A certain hope had come to me

So I held it up within my hand

Waiting for a queue of wind

Closed my eyes and pursed my lips

I wished to see her face again

Standing among the dandelions

Bold, and bright, like shining gold

Seeing her pluck the one that's grey

She's by far the wish most beautiful.