Dandelions and Stardust

I still make wishes because it's my stolen moment of a dream come true,

My opportunity at a 'what if...'

My most desperate hopes live inside the wind that carries the dandelion seeds away

They sway so gracefully, as if I haven't just cast my desires upon them.

And the moment seems to linger, but eventually it is over.

I smile, falling into the grass to make shapes out of clouds while I wonder if it will come true.

It doesn't, but I keep wishing, just in case.