Yet another ancient artifact. © July 2010.
It's because when all the paper airplanes fly by
They softly and carefully steal my heart away.
I lost the moon in the thundering, starlit waves
And the stars scoffed when I looked skyward.
(The clouds shook fingers and scolded the stars.)
Whispers drifted down and cackled in my ear,
But I could not understand the murmurings –
And no one will teach me the sweet language.
The wind tastes of twinflowers and salty sea,
And as it gets lighter, I find the horizon's sun.
The paper airplanes flew by again today.
They aren't paper-clean white anymore.