Sunday Poetry: And The World Always Turns/She Was a Dandelion Seed in the Wind

by: Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

And the World Always Turns

She walks somewhere I do not know

And I wish I was there

But love in time I did not show

That I for her did care.

It matters not in lifes scheme

That in love with her was I

That of her I did often dream

But to say so was too shy,

So I have lost and that is life

My heart with loves pains burns

She will be someone elses wife

And the world always turns.

And I surely with the coming of time

Another I shall find

Worthy to tributes write in rhyme

But still there in my mind

The lady of the sweetest smile

Who exuded such grace

For whom Id have crawled many a mile

Will always hold a place.

Others she meets she may welcome

Other men sometimes she spurns

She'll know not the love of where Im from

And the world always turns.

She Was A Dandelion Seed in the Wind

Once upon a time in a garden

There was a seed that the wind blew

Dancing, like a ballerina in the air

Up and down and round it threw

In a dance that was enchanting

The parachuted passenger seed of dandelion

In the flamenco passion of the wind

Looking like a creation devine

And chance would tell where it lay

And time would tell where it grew

Such a seed was she blowing into my life

That girl from Italy I once knew.

Sometimes you have to catch a seed

To hold it close and lose it never

But I let her blow away

And so lost her forever

I will never forget her smile

Though I forget her last name

That dandelion seed in my life

That I failed to plant and tame.

All dandelion seeds are the same they say

And true as that may be

I knew in my heart there was the chance

She was the one for me.

But if the garden of my heart

Was good for her to grow

I never had the courage to ask

And so, shall never know.

So when you see a dandelion seed you desire

Grasp it in your hand

And blow its parachute away

With love... strand by strand.

Or you will be like me

Full of regret because

A wind blew her over the garden wall of my life

And I lost a love that never was.

by: Tomás Ó Cárthaigh