And when they think I am gone,
I will resurface in the fall.
You will feel me in the wind,
And taste me in your wine.
The words I leave behind,
Earthy, and nutty and pleasingly bitter,
You will keep close to your heart –
I was a simple dandelion,
That opened with the morning sun and,
Closed up at night.
I watched the world from up close and,
I was happy –
To be yourself; to know, that you are yourself,
In a world filled with fears,
Is truly a noble thing.
Dedicated to Lyra Mckee
Photography by mad-eye-view
In the streets of downtown Thessaloniki; a crisis of humanity –
The shame of walking by a fallen man,
And knowing not how to pick him up.
A plastic cup that cannot save his dreams.
Change occurs, for better or for worse;
Determined by a falling nation, losing its humanity –
And I don’t rage against the dying of the light!
Photograph by madeyeview
Title & Last stanza edited: Bob Dylan, Dylan Thomas
The sunset lingers behind the clouds;
In small breaks, appears and disappears – like love,
Without a trace; without a warning – Always,
As shadows overlap at Stephen’s Green Park.