Paper Things

November 3, 2013

The hopes and dreams

Of living things

Were carried up

On paper wings.

Through the sky

These pages soared,

Protecting truth from lie

With paper swords.

In the mind

The parchment bloomed

With words so kind,

Paper forms assumed.

Down the rivers,

Thin pieces floated,

Keeping safe the givers

Of lights in paper coated.

The death and sorrow -

black in print -

would also come were it tommorow

But at paper hope they would still hint.

Life is sheltered

Within the scrolls,

Safe and sound,

With paper souls.

All the words,

Upon the page,

Were written by non-paper people -

Trapped

within

paper

cage.

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