Paper boats dear friend are not for seas,
springs, lakes, falls or rivers five,
these are for moonlit water tanks
where hands wake waves,
teardrops and heaves, stir storms severe
yet mild for paper boats
we make to flow when stuck.
When loneliness crowds my friend
you lean on months of sand,
walk deep inside your empty place
or sprawl with sun on your face,
but never let waters mirror your inner knot
that arranges the wire of life
we are hung to decode distress.
