Delicate Dandelion by Mike Williams 01/24/2016 @ 7:54 P.M.

We ran far afield upon the wind, of summer sun and grass. 
I did not know then, those wonderous days were never ment to last. 
We were small both you and I, and time held not yet its turn and sway. 
Two young boys in their prime of life, looking forward to our future days. 

The fields have almost dissappeared, and the old trees and tracks live on. 
We grew up and went our separate ways, and childhood grew distant and bygone. 
You went to your high school and I to mine, but in our hearts were friends. 
I often think about the days, when we chased the warm summer winds. 

How we used to stare up at the night sky, and point out various constellations. 
Then life took you away from me once again, and each our own destinations. 
From time to time I look up and remember, how you used to love seeing Orion. 
When you left this world so suddenly, like breath upon a delicate dandelion.