On the edge I stand
Constructing paper airplanes
Crisp clean fresh sheets
Free of any dark remark
Regrets, recriminations
Would only weigh them down
Hope the force that lifts
Fate determines course
Urged by gentle thoughts
Love or luck sees them across
Dove gray morning moments
Whispering pink dawns
Busy blue-sky days
Shouting orange sunsets
My thoughts sail out toward you
Whether under full faced Moon
Or tiny silver slivered smile
Moonlit, Moonless
Starlit, Starless,
Paper planes I launch
Hoping you might walk
The chasms edge and find
Crumpled gliders there
Nice thoughts sounds like a relationship that is also on the edge... hope it surrvived.
thank you for this poem. i could really relate to it as a reader.
Charmingly fresh metaphor. The rhythm and language flow beautifully.
I liked these rhymes and use of repeted consonants. Whether under full faced Moon Or tiny silver slivered smile Moonlit, Moonless Starlit, Starless, Paper planes I launch An original way of presenting your thoughts and wishes.
Images are so clear that I want to go out and look for some of those 'crumpled gliders'
really gorgeous choice of words, images and sentiment. thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for sharing it