Dandelion 

Wake up, wake up. 

My body will not rest. 

The pain is stabbing.

I hurt, ache, toss, bewildered.

Someone is calling.

Someone. But who? And where? 

The secret is kept but the truth is felt.

Pain that is not mine but yours flows between us as a current

rises, like dawn over crying shoulders

while every shade of first joy sails away.

I come back to where you said you'd come back,

walking thru the woods, passing etched trees, 

sliding over tears.