Parachutes And Safety Nets

I wake up screaming in the night
Drenched in the wet of a cold, cold sweat
Dreamt I was falling again
Without a safety net

With a single gentle breezy breath
Dandelions are set free
Mingle and dance with butterfly notes
Musical laughter in the breeze

I may be falling, may be flying
A soul plucked by the roots
My heart a dandelion
A million tiny parachutes

You move as a whisper through the trees
A breeze faerie aerie and light
Playfully laugh, notes in the breeze
Float, flutter, butterfly in flight

I float around in pieces
In the gentle of your breath
Take caution to find safe landing
Lest my heart fall to its death

I may be falling, may be flying
A soul plucked by the roots
My heart a dandelion
A million tiny parachutes

With a single, soulful, gentle breath
You free my heart into the breeze
Your tender whisper on my ear
Feathered in beds, lands gracefully

We float like butterfly notes
Sprout wings within our dreams
Hang in the breeze, whisper through trees
The dance not always what it seems

I may be falling, may be flying
A soul plucked by the roots
My heart a dandelion
A million tiny parachutes

As we float this rarified air
Call it love, or love as we please
The landing target is distant
As I hang with you in your breeze

And as we float here hand-in-hand
With music and laughter calling
Forgive my other on the ripcord
I fear I may be falling

I may be falling, may be flying
A soul plucked by the roots
Heart like a dandelion
A million tiny parachutes

 © John Kennan 3-30-14