To my Dear Dorothy,

To my Dear Dorothy,

We walked the same yellow road,
We are two green seeds, from plants alike,
I came from a plant growing in shade,
A cloudy day was sunshine, and sunshine?
That was... What was sunshine back then?
I'm only finding it now,
That summer brought me face to face with the shade,
A meeting and statement. A formal informal shambles.
Now I'm releasing myself from my past,
things a child should not see or know,
and finding the light to grow in, start alight.
The time was a season or two premature,
Still waiting for my birth in to light.
I was so far from your sunlight beauty,
Your leaves extended and flower in bloom,
What could have been but a season later,
"But I'm still dreaming" she said,
and so am I.

Mr. Lion.