Tiny Paper Boats
written by: Melissa Lemay
Time feels like tiny paper boats
Sailing through distant fog across the sea –
I reach for you in memories
You are not there, though I see your face.
Dreams, like watching motion
In old home movies, reminisce –
Whether I want them on the surface
Or not.
Though anchored, you are fading
Into the shadows beyond lighthouses –
I wash my face, collect myself
The tiny paper boats have sailed on.
First rays of dawn shimmer on the surface
Of the waves forming and breaking –
They carry silt from land to sea
And back again –
All else disappearing in their wake.
I see your eyes, your smile.
Your hair the strands of sun
Broken up by mingling stardust –
All of us, just paper boats, rustling
Taking on water, or not.
It seems surreal so many of us
Have crossed the boundless oceans –
There are those of us who are
Oceans being formed.
And you, my dear are crafting
tiny paper boats –
When the storms come, with their tears,
We will sail right through.
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