Friday, July 1, 2011

On Paper Wings

One day perhaps
I’ll write all my secrets down
On sepia paper,
Fold them into an airplane
And set them free off the coast of Spain.
Or France.
No who am I kidding,
It would have to be Australia.

Always Australia.

My hopes, dreams and fears
Would be carried
Upon these fragile wings
Every crease a soul I’ve met,
Some buried deeper within the page
Than others.
To whomever finds it,
You’ll be in there somewhere.

Maybe I’ll write
All these secrets as a song
With no particular melody,
Just verse.
And if by chance
This song
Finds its way to you
Unfold it carefully
And sing me. Registered & Protected


  1. This poem contains so much...the depths of soul, friendship, and dreaming.
    It is one of my very favorites of yours.
    Thanks for sharing it.

  2. Unfold it carefully
    And sing me.

    Already did. Nice poem. :)