Blowball
Blowball
Flying, flying you come
Back to me my fair white ball
Sitting upon airy laps unseen
My fluffy seed ball
From far exotic places
And a plenty curled embraces
You're sent to fresh flights
Through mellow blown kisses-
Tender and balmy,
As wintry warmth of beamy sun
Oh sweet! ripe soul
Of spirited dandelions
Liberated from earth
By gentle breaths of wind
My precious puffy ball!
Wavy paths and tips and tops, you
Bounce and hop to airy fancies
Roaming wild and unhinged
Rare, rare you my white!
Consuming age, defying time
Withered white beauty
Aflutter with radiance as such
Childhood santa, only mine!
Cloud of airborne wishes
Feels like Christmas all around
In jingling rhymes of nature
Long long had it been
For eyes met your winsome voyage
Along the birds, behind the trees
Amidst the herds, upon the eaves
Brush you past favouring them all
With your gorgeous glance
You, sight of a shooting star
My sublime white one!
Begun days are born anew
As you grace my palms
With your promising presence
Drifting skies, eloping interim halts of hands
True inheritor of the Daisy
Fond of fresh enchantments
Traveling through the path of eternal escape
Whirly white clock of time
Keeping beginning and adieu as one
Dawn of delightful tomorrows
And mirror of nostalgic yesterdays!
In no time, you resume your flight.