On the edge I stand <br />Constructing paper airplanes <br />Crisp clean fresh sheets <br />Free of any dark remark <br />Regrets, recriminations <br />Would only weigh them down <br /> <br />Hope the force that lifts <br />Fate determines course <br />Urged by gentle thoughts <br />Love or luck sees them across <br /> <br />Dove gray morning moments <br />Whispering pink dawns <br />Busy blue-sky days <br />Shouting orange sunsets <br />My thoughts sail out toward you <br /> <br />Whether under full faced Moon <br />Or tiny silver slivered smile <br />Moonlit, Moonless <br />Starlit, Starless, <br />Paper planes I launch <br /> <br />Hoping you might walk <br />The chasms edge and find <br />Crumpled gliders there<br /><br />Mary Havran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chasm-5/
