paper folding
Mastering her
origami
Birds are made
with careful creases
Left to perch
in silent rooms
Misty breeze
let them fly
Through the fields of
chamomile
Fingers numb
from turning pages
Finding wings
to brave the weather
Folding feels like
it’s never ending
Paper hearts
are ripping now
Misty breeze
let them fly
Through the fields of
chamomile
Tears are soaking
paper bodies
Wings subdued
with feathers falling
Flapping hard
but going nowhere
Claws hang loose
in misery
Misty breeze
let them fly
Through the fields of
chamomile
Look up at the blue sky
Calling out to the universe
Let hope guide them through the space
Through the morning
Through the night
Misty breeze
let them fly
Through the fields of
chamomile
Carry them
soft and high
Let their fragile dreams
survive