Two sailboats cross in the night, 

A mystical power of love and light, 

Paper swans sweep into the tide,

Knocking together with no reason or rhyme, 

Folded into a creature of flight, 

A feather so crsip and white, 

Coming together beak to beak, 

A heart and a soul begin to leak, 

Paper swans only meet once, 

A glimpse of time one may say, 

Alone, together its all the same, 

For Paper swans love is tame, 

Two sailboats pass in the night, 

Each one has a paper swan, so frill, so light.