Paper Boats
The wait.In the frugality of my soul, the self exerts and manifests. Spawning a million 'me', in the quietness it harvests. Still I long for that to which I want to surrender, and wait under 'his' sky and wonder How long do I wait and help paper boats sail by and watch from the edge the distance and the 'purple' sky The sun sets yet another day again turning everything an orange aglow and the ripples in the water help my paper boa...