Poem by Elfin

Blindly wafting seed-heads in the sky
specks of mankind floating through existence,
precariously drifting through their lives
advancing on the path of least resistance.



Tick tock dreams pulsed with passioned vigour,
like summer blooms they peak then slowly fade,
on fragile seeds they count the passing hours
as minutes of their lives are swiftly played.


Too soon the seconds scatter on the wind
squandered seeds of time frittered away,
blown out wasted dreams left unfulfilled
more welcoming tomorrow than today.


On fluffy parachutes they softly spin
in slipstreams of a cold decaying breath
like the dandelion clock, lives are frail
just whirling seeds hooked in their dance of death.